There’s a lot happening right now.

This show goes on.

{this keyboard also is too loud please stand by}

Okay, I set the … whoa, this old Compaq keyboard feels pretty great actually. … damn. ok well so anyways, This watch was too tight on me, and I am realizing things . … .. overwhelmingly so.

I got a freakin’ Harmonious Silver Chalice today. Dragged it off the shelf over at VaLlUe
ViLlAgE
and a shimmering Ding rang so pure.

{a brief moment of nihilism occurs}

I also got his little silver urn thing for ashes, or sticks, or beeswax with beekeeper bones.

{some obvious clarity comes back around}

I act out the summary of what I Listen to. I have the void where a Sun should fill, but it doesn’t. My reality charges forward, ears first. Like a frickin’ bat.

This must be what it means to be a real vampire.

Suppose I do have the capacity to love like one. ___ 😉

& with a human-free diet, too! [besides the lovin’]

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The ol’ English flies never really got the luck at convincing the local sheep herder people to bug their sorry arses off themselves! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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um, ok there’s a plane up above, and

{then I stop typing because of this annoying tone I am hearing during this little show.}

Deborah, What’s up.

Oh, Nothin, I

‘m just Talkin’ about you!

Alr’right then git ooot

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WallMount Chargers ::: Physical auratus wired as a basic ‘Adaptermod’ Presets that were large, up to 3 whole inches wide, and charged ancient electronics like Cell Phones, Music Players, and a variety of novel artifacts of consumer society.

{L I B R A R Y O F F I C I A L}

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So, What if I just stopped listening to music as a hobby?

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and instead, let my music create the music for me?ad

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surely that would be a solid source of ideas for a music careerad, nooo?????

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How Twitter can Save the World

Twitter needs an atmosphere of City Neighborhoods, sorted by tweet rates, # of unique other accounts they interact with, Trends and Following, and User Configurable Culture as a completely free element.

Completely free does not mean without consequence from unjust or dishonorable malice

they need to Use a 2D and 3D Perspective angled Chart or Visual Space, having each user show as an orb or icon. the locations would be as vague or precise as the user chooses.

Now the Timeline will become as redundant as a system Log.

Customizably Decorated Speech Bubbles stem off each user orb. From this perspective, you will see the tweets occur as you fly through this space.

The edges of this space will be a Canvas.

Fabricated as sizable tiles, there will be an open default for user painting.

Not sure if a good idea: if there is a strong concentration of a particular ‘cloud’ adjacent to the walls, they will have “domain” influence, blocking users outside the ‘cloud’ from seeing or painting?

this ever expanding space will retain a more or less spherical shape, so every user can see the entire universe of Twitter Users.

Yes, it’ll be Massivead and Distant.

Not only are there Words to live through, there is now an immersivead environment, and an outlet of Artad, Soundad and Videoad presented in a way that is easy and instinctual to exploread.

The point to all of this?
  1. it’ll be a cool fascinating new experience for the world to enjoy if they want to try it out. [MANY would]
  2. As the World Speaks, the clouds of mind and opinion become visualized and presented as feedback data for every user to reference to.
  3. the Connections would first of all have to be coded and defined with the most unbiased and balanced rules, backed with untampered data, intelligently and humanitarianly handled with historical Cultural Relevance taken into account. Yes, that would make this Scientific as fuck, but You need good Science to sustain a Society. So let’s get this one right okay? {IF FUCKING POSSIBLE}.
  4. As the ‘clouds’ dynamically change form and location, we will see right in front of our eyes how we can relate to each other.
  5. the idea is to create a bridge between every cloud.
  6. A Flawed Civilization of Obsessive Dogma and Technology Might actually convince itself to unite on a level they had always been too Wounded to reach.
humanity is too damn talented to carry on this age of a stale, simmering caldron of blood and gold. ad

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[hmmmm]

ok now i’m hungry.

Haven’t eaten yet, but I kinda feel like I have a very similar Mental situation to Jessica Jones’ Mother. ………………………ad

just not violent.

blinking man.gif

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There came a week where nobody could fully trust their own sanity. They feared their own truth and dreams, and Became paranoid of their potential. This same week also fueled their creativity. The little ideas came to realization, and even some became overwhelmed in their grand ‘What If’s of Everything.

How do we handle such a week? What if this were to go on for a whole damn month?

I guess we’re gonna find out.

Photosynthesis takes in light.

planets are studied with spectrograph to receive specific ranges of light that represents the type of material the body is made of.

To see light is to receive light.

if there is a photosynthesis-like phenomenon in human [mammal?] biology at work, then the light absorbed at the time of birth very well could have a physical influence on the person.

Astrology could really be a defined structure of this effect.

cccreative fool
He Set his wallpaper as
a picture of the same corner his computer is set up in, where he sits.
Taken in bad light.
Remembering the structure of language within the reaches of conscious memory,
he finds spark to stay sharp,
as if being told to.
He views the screen and see’s a user interface for
the game of Life [an unreasonably annoying name].
but now he can pay attention to himself,
at least a little bit closer to how well he can pay attention to others.

A method for keeping shit together?

is it worth the routine?

"It ain’t stupid if it works"

they remain under liimits

ah well. it’s all madness anyway

Is it a thing

where the heart has been damaged by heart-break, leaving a scabrous shell over it, deadening the ability to feel from the heart at all. and when you eventually find someone who can pull love out through the cracks of that shell, it resembles pain more than joy, at least at first…
It’s such a fierce chemical reaction, leaving you no room for an appetite until the love can erode through the shell into freedom of heart.
Nothing else matters while you burn like this.

SOMEONE’S FALLACY

They struck a notion in their dreaming: an Action! a Powerful & Heartfelt attempt at grasping control over their very own reality to eventually reach an Intended Reality Paradise Location!

like grabbing a cloud

to insist a reality so intensely

that a disturbance in their every-dimensional location in the Universe is effected so that their Intended Reality Paradise Location becomes THE Destination for said Every-Dimensional Dis-Location!

{so, then that becomes reality, and I guess it could technically be legit. right?}

Yes, that’s right Jimmy, now Step right up and we’ll begin testing, shall we?

{{Scene 2}}

without hesitation, their first attempt was a reality in which a welcoming dish of Thai Food appeared on their favorite table spot, STEAMIN’, and DELICIOUS!

{{You Imagine This Part}}

but before they could enchant such a powerful spell, they just laughed it off and continued their life of ignoring yet one more wisp of potential inside.

A Wisp of Potential?

Trying to Shine?

Trying to Save them?!

This sparkly Wisp of Potential is a natural human creation as a madly efficient system structure in the brain’s neural network forming so that it is known of and referenced to by largely the rest of the entire network for a significant amount of time in their reality.

{{n’ stuff}}

Would they ever find a way to Really Live in the Now?

There’s a snake in my boot

There’s a boot on my foot

there’s a foot on my ankle thing

There’s an ankle at the end of my leg

there’s these legs hanging off my pelvis

there’s a lotta guts n’ ribs nestled in my pelvis

they are crowned with shoulders

there are two arms anchored off my shoulders

there’s incredible hands at the ends of my arms

the shoulders have an extension of pipes and nerves for the main controller

there’s a sensory hub of character and instinct on this Neck

There’s a brain mass calculating the differences right up top.

There’s a Character Controller input built in to this brain

There’s a universe-bound method to this Controller

There’s Someone handling the Controls

That Someone is You.