It was as if the person across, if there was a figure standing there goes from beginning to end, some form of rhetoric in motion. Such hollow sounds. - No movement. - Would carry across this lacklustre performance, however, it reminded me of a movie screen, which the lights went out - signalling my rem as I sleepwalk during the shallow part of the program. The dream was better than the movie, or so it seemed, more of a brick wall, built, with a door frame around. It speaks of apartheid or genocide, both are the same, without exception to walking into a room without borders to cross or rivers to claim victory to. This all follows a mysterious, not if - choice, were the better variance of settling threat. In light of facts, or in this case unearthed territory, sometimes thinking that reason has made it's way into a purporting condition of genuine resolve. My guess would be, we all have answers to second guess our readiness to act. In such algorithms of the ancient world views, it appears today's world has not so much evolved out of freak hostility under.
My idea of turning back the clock, without time in considering, just what has changed from man having hair on his chest.
This astounds me to no end, from the moment Thomas Edison flew a kite in the sky, that people's electric current has short circuited in life, that technologically speaking, no such living thing is a product - yet people choose to brand. My personal choice in life, measure's into dichotomy, which is a simple formula. Look at me, you would agree, I'm no longer looking at yourself. However, what astounds me, is the broken frame of mind, or somehow, the loss prevention has effected some greater max.
I think my true self, the self that everything involves my inner qualities, has deserved that answer for quite some time now, considering, the motive from which I gather ulterior information, an exterior reprisal, that benefits the outer limits of my soul.
It's funny, because, in my experience growing into an equal; nobody has learned to as from what they feed off of, how is your soul today, mine is fine yours, fantastic. The trouble comes from - not giving back, yet that opulence from what can I get if I take it away without returning it.
People, people that I trust were in plain sight of the urgency I gave, helped me acheive things I never thought I could imagine without braving the guilt or frame of punishment, that suffering lead me. People that I watch, in a social environment - those only I know - which manipulate from the gathering might not find a balance to maintain the growth. Yet, I climb the bean stalk. I've put myself in that place of wanting to touch that I cannot outgrow, that's always been my gift to myself.
As I can recall exclusion, perhaps inclusion, is a bigger part of the equation. I recall a group of people I went to school with - that made many - clones of each other, as if to protect themselves from burning fire. I never understood, why insecurity, made such false impression as a receding hairline thins into male pattern baldness. I guess, I'd rather be seen if a monk, without the designer attitude's in morality.
My thoughts, act as involuntary response each unit of selfless love or retreating suicidal hunger, they are random, they are honest, they represent something of an aesthetic vision based on sensitivity, underestimated truth's with alienable quality. A lot of what I copy into words are then plagiarized from experience, without faking acquaintance.
This brings me to the universal paradox, what lives between science and religion, such as the conflict remains in the upcoming movie angels and demons. Earth, water, wind, fire, spirit - are the forces which divide the truth for self-knowledge.
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