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?

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!

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.

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

And He Said

In a Hammy Hick Yammer

"Smell’s like PIg Meat"

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.

No Man’s Sky BEYOND

I’ve been playing this lately, and enjoying the Photo mode included. here’s some that I’ve liked.

Life is a Fantasy

In whatever way you most enjoy your fantasies, carry your Life through such pathways of consideration, and Observe it. Analyze yourself with this moment of enlightenment, and find a path forward that which is undeniably the right path, if any such certainty can be found.

Marty, this should not be the end of the line for you!

Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes

I got some Taco Bell tonight. you know, one of those nights where you’re out socializing [to say the least] and on your way home, you stop at the good ol’ Taco Bell for grub before crashing for the night.

I got Cheesy Fiesta Potatoes, and They forgot the fork!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but alas, the Local Thai Restaurant Mekong Thai bestowed upon me [recently] a plastic fork and spoon [Chop sticks too!].

We are saved.

Spectral Composition

to keep in mind the sonic air space between voices / instruments while composing and arranging music.

My friend told me that this was a very high level concept, but That may be true only by how the actionable concept is approached.

Language makes the difference, I think.

a ‘simple’ singer-songwriter in a band setting does this in their own way, listening to the different parts looking out for clashing sounds / parts.

It’s hardly any different than to ramble about the literal frequencies to be used and formed. of course at a certain point it does get more complex if they’re shaping note by note with a synthesizer [or at least, at that level of control].

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This is a dumb Post, like Most 😉

Curse, or Terms of Service?

I have a constant need to organize "all that I have" routinely to sustain my sanity.

This can be as literal as words go, or [it] can be used as a task for any conceptual horde along the micro scale. [Macro scale would probably be more along the lines of infinity]

So, here I am re-organizing my bedroom once again.