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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Planetary forces that align against the spirit are indeed the spirits of disgruntled souls. They have places to go as the doors to the unive...
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One of the most endearing qualities we humans possess is our inate ability to actually believe our own bullshit. We can talk our way through...
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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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There is mold on the windowsill and the wind outside has strengthened. The musty odor permeates the air like a woolen blanket keeps us safe ...
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My time there was distinctive. There was a feeling there that opened passage-ways, ways that allowed views of the wandering ones who remain ...
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From one generation to the next we harbor the belief in the idea of happiness. We may not always know what it is that makes us happy but we ...
