However deeper the carvings of suffering dig into your heart,

if you learn to allow yourself to allow the phantoms of your heart to be experienced again in the moment,

There brings a chance to reconsider the weight of that pain.

A chance to forgive and accept it for good.

part of that phantom is resurrected, if not entirely.

Each time, even if it’s a little bit, there is a warmth of peace,

so rare and sweet to you alone

You can become addicted to emotional breakthough’s.

and This addiction, ironically, is Most often a powerful enchantment of self-healing.

It’s a hard devotion, but the war can always be won.

Welcome to AMERICA

where you have two options, because only two colors exist.

One color represents SELF EMPOWERMENT by any means. step on the faces of everyone because nobody else matters. This Color would fight Tooth and Nail for your Right to Commit Genocide.

the Other Color is all about SELF UNDOING!! but Don’t get spiritual, because there’s no room to evolve into a better future for you, or anyone else. that get UNDONE as soon as there’s Any Hope!

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
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’]

{this dialogue is absurd, we now continue the program}ad

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


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}


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


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


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



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


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.