We walk around in our decorations and manners and we believe there are things they know that we do not. We believe ourselves less than our abilities and we enjoy this process; our process. We enjoy it because we are told to enjoy it. It is not a direct tell nor is it something we are even aware of as it is happening.
We are mere images on the hyper-real assembly line that kicks out products conceived by those who stand the best chance of reviving the old one due to the global exchange of people and images with nothing but copy paper to show for it stamped with the signature of some over priced attorney who works for the old soul himself. LLc 98.2
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Hate fizzles away into the great big nothing. Love always grows into a great big something... and love lasts forever and ever.
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Conversations from within are filled with sin. The lines we cross are many and the ideas that shine are sometimes unworthy of experience. Ot...
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The climb is not a climb at all. It is a process of learning that never comes to a close. Becomming whole, a man cannot stand being without ...
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I looked and saw a coming storm clear as daytime. It was going to be a bad one and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Nature was calli...
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It's really simple: No lights, a candle or two, a friend... or not, good smoke, and no interruptions from anybody or anything. If you in...
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The times at night when light is scarce bring efforts from above to remind us we are never alone. The entities around serve a duel purpose:... -
I see the people around me and wonder what they are thinking. I feel them in a spell. I feel them in a trade wind I cannot tell. They are ta...
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World-class effort requires world-class accommodations . An effort made through a half-hearted array of misconceptions and deceitful practic...
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Once you get past the "Look at me and how good I am doing" stage in life, you realize just how short a distance you have traveled....
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