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Coming soon, in "Observations of a Dying World":
"Concerning Immortality"
"one must observe"
"polytheism was commonplace, with several"
"of"
And much, much more!
Critics are saying,
"Wtf"
"it's a must read"
"I was hanging on every preposition"
"lol"
And "lay off the acid, kid"

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Shouldn't that be the question about a deviation? Where is the artistic value?

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/27779525/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/27779525/ Thu, 15 Oct 2009 12:23:57 PDT [link]

A conglomeration and the apex of my experimental music project. Most likely the end. Depends on whether anyone takes note of it. Haha, which means I'm probably done, because youtube thrives on hubs, and this is possibly one of the most obscure videos out there. So random and associated with other crappy audio files, its odds are against it.

UPDATE FOR REAL

I tried the paint.net... I was devastated when, similarly to MS Paint, one can only rotate -at the least- 90º. Bummer and a half! I'm looking for a simple paint software that will allow FREE ROTATION. If anyone has any information, please come forward!

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So yeah I got fired. But you know... whatever. Couldn't bear to drink coffee this morning, haha. So I got a problem getting up at four in the morning, so what? But yeah....... there will be a starfucks deviation up shortly, as soon as I do it... it's gonna be in paint, though. It'll be good. So yeah... I'm alive.

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I would recommend either open doors(If it will ever show up) or first breaths.

The other three were done several months ago. Icon:wolvesblood was unfortunate enough to hear them sweatdrop haha...

Anyways, At your leisure, or whatever. It's all some weird shit, seriously. I'll get around to being serious as soon as I learn to semi-play an instrument that compliments my INSANITY.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24694672/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24694672/ Sun, 10 May 2009 21:19:06 PDT
It's incredible. First thing's first, I put lateralus on here, so I'm jammin' out on tool TANGENT TOOL CONCERT JUNE25 NOKIA THEATRE!!! BE THERE!(trailing off).... It's freakin sweet. The end.

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]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24387680/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24387680/ Thu, 23 Apr 2009 01:47:05 PDT Dangerous, no?

To begin, I looked at the duality of theism and atheism. Belief in God, Belief that there is no God.

Next, Gnosticism and Agnosticism. This intrigued me. The basis of knowledge to come to a conclusion. Neither are a belief; however both further distinguish theism and atheism.

Now I am at the crosspath; ambiguity must be cleared to further understand what is or isn't. For the moment, I have come to the decision that I will refer to myself as an agnostic. I do not know whether I am a theist or atheist by definition, or whether there is enough information to prove God's existence.

I believe in MY existence. That is all I can prove through my senses at this moment. The means through which I was created must also exist. I believe in my parent's existence, and theirs, and so on. But what about the period in time where life did not exist? What caused life to come into existence? Life in my understanding is as simple as a system that can reduce it's entropy through processes consuming external resources.

Nucleic acids. Phosphorus, nitrogen, hydrogen, and carbon. These are easily found. Primordial ocean. I can see this happening. Protein chains come into contact with nitrogenous bases, they combine, and replicate themselves. This gives way to life. But what caused life to strive towards efficiency? Towards sentience? Whatever the force, life arranges itself to allow survival and reproduction. Life depends on efficiency; superfluidity would ultimately yeild lifelessness. Some sort of sentience can be recognized. Carbon interests me because of it's four electrons, it readily attaches to itself in an innumerable amount of ways. with the incorporation of elements such as hydrogen and nitrogen, a method of energy production comes into play. Ammonia combines with nitrogen, and is readily dissolved in water. A possible source of energy? Regardless, I detect a possibly erroneous pattern: Matter seeks energy, not other matter. Electrons are incredibly small and fast, being a huge understatement, and they are the source of all energy. Atoms combine to seperate, producing energy. Anyways, that's a tangent.

Carbon chains were introduced to hydrogen, nitrogen, and oxygen, producing amino acids. Later including phosphorus, creating nucleic acid. Somehow... Energy was produced and the nucleic acids replicated themselves, perhaps further lengthening the chain. This new chain repeats this, until a unique quality is developed through the ratio of the elements through replication prone to mutation and fragility. A quality that allows these chains to produce proteins that will reproduce the chain without adding to it emerges... I probably skimmed over a billion years just now. I don't know.

Anyways, this continues until life develops into cells, then tissues and organs, so on and so forth... Life is efficient through necessity. Therefore, a need to determine what is benificial and what is not develops. In the molecular stage, this need was fulfilled through simple incapability to combine with superflous atoms. Further down the road, it's not so simple. There is a semi-permeable membrane that decides what may pass and what cannot. Further still is the intake valve, which simply does not break down what will not produce energy. Further still, organisms are capable of consuming impurities that they must eliminate as waste. A fork in the road. Plant matter absorbs water and nutrients through the ground and light from the sun, whereas consumers eat plant matter and other consumers. The tendency towards efficiency causes plants to take the harmful elements it absorbs and incorporate them in it's tissue, causing it's consumption to be detrimental. Survival is efficient. Consumers take in the poison, some die, others incorporate THAT poison into their digestion process over time. Enzymes are developed that cancel out or break down harmful substances. Blah blah blah...

The need to control the environment leads to senses and perception, A matrix which learns from certain stimuli, this is incorporated into following generations. As time progresses, sentience develops. A by-product of the senses, Sentience is the awareness that comes about from sensing the environment. A sense of self, the organism that the sentience is protecting, develops. The knowledge of the environment expands, and the sense of self grows. Variables that are seemingly unpredictable but possible are calculated by this system, causing action through inferences from the environment. Blah blah blah....

Then what we know as ourselves eventually becomes. Our sense of self is so great, that we are almost constantly aware of our inexplicable existence. This shouldn't have any effect on the sense of self; our presence is self-verified, and should not depend on outside proof. But our minds wander to a void in our brain that developed for some str... ]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24221601/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24221601/ Mon, 13 Apr 2009 14:13:15 PDT
i'm working on a series of pen drawings, but you'll never know!

but no, seriously, if i ever get a scanner, and if the drawings are selected as some of the chosen peices that will not be burned, i'll post them here. but most likely, i'll never get ahold of a scanner and they'll probably be set fire to.

And now, the lyrics to message to harry manback!!!

Figlio di puttana, sai che tu sei un pezzo di merda?

Hm? you think youre cool, right? hm? hm?
When you kicked out people out of your house

I tell you this, one of three americans die of cancer,
You know? asshole. youre gonna be one of those.

I [didnt have the courage
To kick your ass directly.
Dont have enough courage for that,
I could, you know.

You know youre gonna have another accident?
You know I'm involved with black magic?
Fuck you. die. bastard.
You think youre so cool, hm? asshole.

And if I ever see your fucking face around,
In europe or italy,
Well I'll -- that time I'm gonna kick your ass.
Fuck you. fucking americans, yankee.
Youre gonna die outta cancer, I promise.


No one does what you did to me.
You wanna know something? fuck you.
I want your balls smashed, eat shit. bastard.

Pezzo di merda, figlio di puttana.
I hope somebody in your family dies soon.

Crepa, pezzo di merda, e vai
A sucare cazzi su un aereo!

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]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24095758/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/24095758/ Mon, 06 Apr 2009 14:59:04 PDT
One by one they dissapeared, until myself and the youngest were all that was left, and this was a vehicle with poor control. we floated off the seats, and I tried to hold you down, You told me not to stray too far, but I held tight

We never drifted too far to meet the same fate; to this day I wonder if that was a mistake.

The road branched wildly like a tree, until it became a tree. We had but one choice to make, ascend to the canopy or sink to the floor. We saw something peculiar, a branch sticking into the ground. we descended.

I picked up the branch, but to my surpise, it was not a gate, but a one-way hole. The branch was cut off as though the hole consumed matter.

He left me as well, and I was all alone in a room.

Somewhere far away, my parents laughed at the song that claimed, "I love you" I feared what they may have seen, as they wandered around blithely

I didn't know them

Meanwhile,
The only thing with me here was a mirror on the wall and a strange plastic mirror on the floor, wrapped in plastic. Voices above screamed in ecstacy to imagine such a fate that I did not share. I was alone here, and I was overcome with great sorrow and regret. I remembered back to my floor drawings, where to escape a reality one must, "strawberry fields"

I was very afraid

I did not know, however, what else to do. The voices grew louder, until I decided that I would escape or turn to dust through the flow of time in this quiet place. I took the plastic-wrapped mirror and stood in front of the wall mirror. A strange fear grew inside my stomach as I began to spin around, slipping off the poor reflections of the mirrors.

I passed through reality

I passed through my perception.

My eyes were overcome by tesselated complex shapes

But instead of all the fates I expected to reach, I awoke from a dream.

The so-called voices above were propaganda recordings telling the youth of america how strawberry fields was not safe, and that the vortex of perception consumes all. The only remaining peice of you is your body, and it's tendency to create conciousness. Kiss your ego goodbye.

I decided that the whole thing was a trick by the joker. the chances were one in twenty-seven. Pain is a product of poorly constructed reality caving to logic and truth.

By the way, I want eulogy, by tool, to play at my funeral.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23961359/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23961359/ Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:49:19 PDT
It is reprehensible; thine theif is amock and the terror it unleashes is contained within self-control

SELF

Rapped up in my blaknblanket I was and now and then stop!

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This is is athkis "'"!@ iE en ins this pimpiration al (denigh not) If and stand for ampersa4d of golden exixtdnce

Doubt they all they must

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Inhow I shed my deess and you will never know How I hid my truth. You will know the truth, time I know not of, However@ You will see that my truth was good and only fear of the light inhibited me from seeing clearly in the trux of fate.

X is generic, pwnage is too old at this point;;; this keyboard is slight of use and pisses me off, ha(I look a fool, a jester of such, kill the jester, for it mocks your existence. KILL IT BY MY DEMAND)

In the heat of battle, it should be known that a close life did almost take, and that no amount of counterthinking will undo such a thing.

as;d',g hgn.[pjfjInvalid random input: Multi faceted imput of resetting to random value;;; HOLD THE FOOD---O,,O---

In most I am weak, for every stretch is a movement and less I prepare for the less I can hold up.....

This vector will be further defined.

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I will do anything within reason, please submit suggestions. This includes anything from screaming at trees to advertising your deviant page verbally or with fliers(Not including your art to avoid copyright infringement) all the way to hugging random people.

I do not have a vehicle right now, so anything requiring transportation will have to wait.

I will provide full feedback including details of the success rate, and responses of the people involved. Their confidentiality will be kept.

I am looking foreward to your suggestions.

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we the people squirm, stuck in the cracks of the system, weaving dreams for today... tomorrow.

Our representatives tell us on the screen that everything is going to be okay, that this will pass, and that happiness can be found within, nay, through this system.

This system, Obvious at all sides, is flawed. But every system is victim to entropy; There is no perfectly efficient machine.

As a foreword, I would like to observe the vultures, who prey on the dying and apathetic, who feed on whatever has died.

Though they coincidentally serve as a sanitation crew, this is a misconcieved benefit; through decay there is fertilization! In this I empasize that every system has a life span, however long or short. Once a system approaches decadence(decadent, as used in today's television to advertise cocolate fancies has the people of America thinking of decadence(though I may be giving the average American too much credit) as a positive, even,"tasty and delicious" adjective), it must be allowed to die, down to the very foundation. If it is renovated, the structure remains intact. This is the root of the problem. It can be seen today, driving through a major city. Confusing roads, circle lanes... Poor designing. The refusal to let things die. Survival is dependent on efficiency. As every sunflower's seed arrangement is slightly different, every society has different needs. Since no two societies' needs are the same, using the shell of a decaying society is inefficient and suicidal. Our societies are far too large for this logic to have any relevance.

The central theme is to exercise our ability to change the central theme.

There is an issue that can be heard if you hark to the voices, the fearful ones who have been through poorly thought out change and do not want to experience another self-destructive change. "That in itself is inefficient. A waste of resources. A waste of land."

We are creatures of waste. The more you eat, the more you shit, and that's as bluntly as I can put it.

The dreamweavers, stuck in an imperfect system, create images of entire universal uniqueness. We are all unique.

Exercise the ability to, "think for yourself."

The system will always be flawed. However, we constitute the system, and if we so choose to, we can start anew. National revolt is improbable; people are far too sheltered to think about revolt, to consider that they could be dead tomorrow, that they could lose the security they have. The rebels are too untrustworthy; they revolt against the idea of establishment as a whole. You know, fuck it. This world is the same all over. No one dares make a difference, noone dares hold the sword by the blade. It's logic. It's wishful thinking. It's being sensible. I just wonder sometimes. We are all flawed... Not so much a secret, but still quite a heavy thought to carry around.

I understand that Washington D.C. writes certain people's checks, and that without establishment, they would not have a job. I'm not trying to offend anyone.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23769642/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23769642/ Wed, 18 Mar 2009 18:55:40 PDT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

I'm just going to stare at em for awhile. Anyone who tells me how many O's there are correctly will get a free drawing request. Of whatever nature. I don't care. I do not doubt you ability. I DO NOT DOUBT YOUR ABILITY.

Sometimes I wish I was outside myself so I could beat the hell out of him.

So... news... I'm screwed, I guess.

I guess I'm pretty white-hot with rage right now, too. Stupid reasons. REEEEEEEEEALY stupid reasons.

It's true. Gir is overrated.

My bran is all soggy. My brain isn't, though. It's fairly solid. I think. *bangs head* Yep. That or me skull's empty. I sure hope that's not the case.



I am not happy with this position. I can't compare the minute relevance of this to anything I know of. except maybe me.

I sang a song. it's pretty lame. At the time, I thought that some of my friends had died, so... yeah. Not my best work. Got a keyboard in the background though. Only three chords, though. Chords? Eh, couldn't say.

Why the hell am I spacing twice?

Maybe because I fear the idea of my thoughts being inseperable. *shrugs*

I have some shred of the blanket I made. But you would never want to know what I stuffed it with.

I just realized the nature of love. It's fairly easy. *tunnel vision* but unfortunately, I have this... inability, to perform such a simple thought successfully. So fragile an emotion. I think I realize why nobody loves me. I don't know what to do with myself right now.

I'm done trying to be the illusion. It hurts everybody and nothing is gained.

I'm praying for all of you.

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"It's rediculous. It's not even funny." -Jick, Creator of KOL

Note that the above quote is NOT insinuating that Jick is insinuating that Kol is rediculous, or not even funny. Because though it is rediculous, it is side-splitting funny. I swar. Swear. Swabbie. Gnollish auto-plunger. Syntax error. Come on, guys. You're not even trying. So I was considering the possibility of being murdered... I mean, What if (DeviantArt) [link] doesn't like the Idea that I'm linking to my youtube video? They could kill me, for cryin out loud! I don't want to get religion involved, which reminds me... It's odd how we take our greatest obscenities and add religion in, TO MAKE THEM WORSE. What does that mean? I guess, Blasphemy. I break down on the side of the road, for example. I'm a God loving Christian, for all intents and purposes. I get pissed and take the lord's name in vain. Where does THAT leave me? Stranded on the side of the road, AND forsaken? Fuck that, man. I mean, it's not exactly an impulse to shout out,"Devine being creator of all things and anything else that does not fall under that category DAMMIT!" It just doesn't come to me naturally. I believe that Buddha was/is our TEACHER, not a god, so... If I were to say, "Buddha dammit!" that'd be the equivalent of saying, "Mrs.Ficke dammit!" Which I have used, in all honesty. But it just doesn't have the same effect.

Mrs. Ficke was the most effective teacher I've ever had. I almost failed her class. There's your proof.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23664943/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23664943/ Thu, 12 Mar 2009 18:06:37 PDT
Eh.

Not sure.

I am drained.

Not much else to say.

Everything I do is consumed.

All my thoughts are unoriginal and meaningless.

My actions are just colors in a picture doomed to be burned right down to the ashes.

I am so unsure of my mind, contrary to my former self, there's this constant concern for error and inability to correct what goes wrong.

Can you guess how this journal entry was written, perhaps with something kept in the back of my head, some pathetic excuse to make a mark labeled significant because of where it comes from? Here's a hint: this one has fifty five.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23595627/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/23595627/ Sun, 08 Mar 2009 16:22:21 PDT In fact, it's downright enjoyable.
I'm just going to ignore the freckles and say,
"it's perfect."
Because ignorance is bliss
the "inherent flaws" are just converging points
The universe has many beginnings
stitched closed in many places
Perfection is a phenomenon of functionality
Not aesthetics
No, it does not appeal to the senses
Yes, colours are caused by the partial vacuum
Creating a doppler effect on all light
I don't know.
There's no illustration for this theory.
Except maybe a carrot eating a rabbit
Because that would just be funny.
And I have no scanner.
So the ensuing hilarity of such a drawing would reverberate off the walls
And drive me crazy with self-loathing.
I need a low-density space, like my DevArt profile
to suck up all the pointlessness.
Paradox. But it stands.
I am bored to tears.
I'd draw, but my drawing paper doesn't like me right now.
Maybe I'll buy it some nice tracing paper
and it will drop the vendetta and let me draw.
Or maybe I'll paint it black.
*snickers* or not. Fuck the rolling stones.


Word of the day: lan⋅guid   (læŋgwid) –adjective
1. lacking in vigor or vitality; slack or slow: a languid manner.
2. lacking in spirit or interest; listless; indifferent.
3. drooping or flagging from weakness or fatigue; faint.

Used in a sentence: His languid eyes found solace in the setting sun.

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Secondly on my list of sinful gravity defying things, I saw Samantha Jeske today!("I hurt myself today") I was sitting in the lunch room when she walked in. Everything went silent. I felt my face fall still. My eyes are sick. She walks in, almost stopping my heart. I tear up. I have to leave. "No, don't. You've got to tough this one out. Just enjoy the cheese." I don't recall who spoke those words. I waited quietly, flinching in every wave. Then Ms. blah-bitchity-me-me-blah-my-fucking-problems-boo-fucking-hoo-me-Imma-whore-and-she-called-me-on-it opens her fucking mouth. Oh, I'm sorry, Do you think you are the one most disturbed by her presence? "I'm sorry I can't stay here. I got to leave." Fucking cunt. So what? Samantha said she looked like the grinch. She does! Whatever, man. When you're sitting in front of a person who slammed and shut his head in locker doors trying to get over someone, you don't come in and pull a gravity defying bitch move on him/her/it(hermaphrodites need love too). As Samantha walked out the door, I managed to call out"Goodbye!" She even turned with what appeared to be a smile and waved. Real good mind expanding experience.

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Is there a line dividing the real from imaginary that matters? Tool has the shovel digging a hole into the mathematical plane, But I had no sides to begin with. So now as I drift further away, I see the eyes in the forest; eyes that should have never manifested. I don't understand the point they try to convey; there is no reason to distinguish real from imaginary. In the quiet static, solitude gives a primal power, the Will to Power.

I don't know what anything is. That is the sacrifice I make.

In times like this, I feel most helpless. But I am alone, and this is just a state of being that I must pass through.

Infinite possibilities

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Of course, immediately after, the shocking void that I fell into several months ago where demons echoed every word sickened me with memories. But this is me, not some demon. I have found myself once again, and I rejoyce!

I am content further than I thought I could be; at that, on my path of pilgrimage. I would like to say to those who are listening that I am alive and well, and that I am no longer the shadow of something that does not exist.

]]> ~THCA http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/19457284/ http://THCA.deviantart.com/journal/19457284/ Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:19:43 PDT whether it be an elixir or poison
Steadily
whence it comes I implore endlessly
Wherefore does it distort?
The waves, washing over my shore
are they friendly, or fiendish?
I close my eyes and wade into the surf
Spray on my face, a glib smile spreads
I let myself be pushed and pulled
by this gentle stranger
Adrenaline in my blood warns me
Crisis at gate seven, take evasive action
thrashing like a madman for the shore
I fall on the sand, feeling pretty stupid
not too sure why
I wash the sand from my arms and legs
watching the waves
I put my feet into a crashing wave
inviting
Remember my cousin at the beach that day
Could have sworn she was waving hello
then she went under; I guess she was waving goodbye
I pull my feet onto the beach, angry at the ocean
Surely it wishes death
It must be a poison
Remember when I was just six
my only friend, imaginary
on the still surface
all the wounds it has healed...

Hitler of water? little sentinels hunting down raindrops
Push them against the wall
They implore with a splash of colour
Surely we will drown
Walk away from the Drink
Like a Mother, Father, Brother, Child,
Scorned
Am I better off without it?
Dreamweaver,
you bring nightmares as well
Lessons maybe
But I can't bring myself to sink below the surface
Frustration
With this fear
With this conundrum
With the lack of solution
Bullshit answer
Merciful yet powerful my ass
Fuck you

It's times like this when thoughts of lucifer drift across the way
Supposedly his actions serve us as a lesson
I hope hell doesn't have water

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Three
five maybe, studies have yet to prove definitively. However there is some indication of a central point greater than three capable of sharing the same point. Only prime numbers are to be used in pure caprice.

"Called it christianity/ god is dead" trent reznor, downward spiral, track three, heresy, seconds 45-52

Blue PILOT G-2 07 pens are required to make valid notes. Cyan is unacceptable, see "colour spectrum" and related topics. A darker blue from a "ten pack" from wallmart, purchased or otherwise, are acceptable. Printer paper 125 whiteness is standard text paper, lined or otherwise is acceptable. sticky notes must be yellow. The exception is with flipbooks. No specified colour. All sketchbooks are preferred to have no lines and a hard cover.

violet is to be interrogated and otherwise handled with suspicion. Refrence is often pig, as in NIN's "The Downward Spiral."

Spirals in general are to be viewed, but discarded. Aesthetically pleasing as they are, they serve no purpose but to represent backwards motion into the solid from the formless in a concrete manner. There is nothing to gain. However in cases where solid is generally that which is shunned, spirals are to be taken quite seriously. Never, however, directly referred to. That is entropy of the mind(which is to be avoided at all costs).

Elements established must be broad and, in essence, capable of representing itself and its purpose in a mandala completely. No other elements that currently exist are to be excluded so that the element may fit these conditions.

As a man in a hat once said: "them damn penguins never know whats coming...*mutter* Communists.... In my day there were blackouts all the time! Young folk take for granted the light they have nowadays."

Yes, penguins are communists.

If two beings face one another, they become one in a separate dimension. however, that dimension lacks the element of time and therefore when the two beings break their gaze, the being in that dimension continues(obviously, since continue is an action requiring time) to maintain its structure. The two beings have no recollection of the event if all goes well. However, spills, breaks, nondisjunctions, and other phenomenon do often occur, manifesting as what is known as Deja vu. If one is aware of their shadow, so to speak, this same phenomenon may occur, although typically rarely. Recollection is also possible, as light is not ubiquitous.

Light is not ubiquitious. That bears repeating.

"Opposite" is an element that is equal to all other elements in play; it's nature however suggests otherwise to the extremes.

Frequency is not an element.

more on everything later, being unspecified.

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The sex. A tool. A glimpse into the universe. This gateway, all I truely care about. The sex... just a petty plus. I could fuck time away just to look into your eyes and know that you're looking into mine. Oh, god... There's too much for me to wonder about. You left far away, for your own good I know now You're in the near past I starved thinking I'd revolve around her again, further, she forgets what I still wait for, a lost puppy, doe eyes, waiting for my babe to come back and look at me with that trust. Further. I start a backwards walk, staring at the past but still moving away. I begin to think backwards too. All ending with you, looking through the ripples of hell that your leave has brought to come upon me. I remember someone saying that you said I said you were perfect, and that it was too much for you to bear. The weight I suppose. Such a simple thing, you could have spoken to me, and I'd have told you that I never thought you were perfect, I just liked to see you smile, and I figured you'd know my game of overflattery. Babe, you gave yourself too much credit. Perfect. Laughing Ah, well I suppose it's for the best that I move past. I am tangent to all things living and deceased. My father's mother died. A tear came, memories darted past, I moved away. a swell now and then of the wave she'd bring, that Noble woman. Class act, that lady. Loved her, sure. But I saw through. And thus I move on, tangent. What's to each side is void. Period. No since in going off on a perpendicular tangent to explore that. I'm finding that the slow approach towards death is a peaceful one. Knowing it's closer is that much more ecstatic.

For point's sake, the second is only "she" I've known lately. Infer and you'd be accurate. I shant dare speak it, for what chaotic untangent ripples on other's it'd create, therefore increasing the magnitude of the vectors. Because, my loved, I may be tangent, but all else is vector.

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One second closer

Love is real

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I've lost it all... because I damned it all.
In my eyes... THere is nothing any more. What I see... literally slips away. So, I'm done. I quit. I've already taken care of all that would break. Family... THey're strong enough.

I think I want to bleed to death. That, or I'll take the medicine cabinet. Sorry. that's my game, not yours. Peace Is wherever I'm not looking. Live your fucking lives, you blind fuckers. Just to make it official, May 10.

David Abraham Humber
Restless and In Purgatory

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