More-Commoner-Sense

Thread: Alternative Anxiety Supplements

as one of those people with calculated people skills, great for internet tho, the more I work out, the calmer I get, but for the normal person, stress is caused by actual physical stress, too much gym without rest time is way stress mode, it could even be too much pillow folding your neck, bad posture the whole day, or maybe rigidity like knots because not stretching; 

There's also your nutrition, sugar/bread/carbs crashes, not for nothing, i'm good with stimulants, coffee, tea, other, etc, (to a point) and a a total mess with depressants, i can't toke/drink (tequila is a wildcard) and didn't even know it until as of late, I can't hang with those, you could be the opposite, or it could easily be - too much of - a good thing stressing the body, mind; 

AND there's also the focus, aside from fuel and lifting, sometimes early to bed, early to rise, sorta, and pray/meditate, I always have to add, but I have to defragment my thoughts now and then, maybe you need REM sleep, or stimulating conversation, entertaining experiences, action, adventure! 


* i told you so crew *

Under the commune

Victor Hugo - Wikiquote:
Socialism, or the Red Republic, is all one; for it would tear down the tricolour and set up the red flag. It would make penny pieces out of the Column Vendome. It would knock down the statue of Napoleon and raise up that of Marat in its stead. It would suppress the Académie, the Ecole Polytechnique, and the Legion of Honour. To the grand device Liberty, Equality, and Fraternity, it would add "Ou la mort." It would bring about a general bankruptcy. It would ruin the rich without enriching the poor. It would destroy labour, which gives to each one his bread. It would abolish property and family. It would march about with the heads of the proscribed on pikes, fill the prisons with the suspected, and empty them by massacres. It would convert France into the country of gloom. It would strangle liberty, stifle the arts, silence thought, and deny God. It would bring into action these two fatal machines, one of which never works without the other—the assignat press and the guillotine. In a word, it would do in cold blood what the men of 1793 did in fever, and after the grand horrors which our fathers saw, we should have the horrible in all that was low and small.

• Statement of May 1848, as quoted in Paris Under the Commune : Or, Seventy-Three Days of the Second Siege (1871) by John Leighton

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I, the dreamer

to close my eyes and write about dreaming, that which I was, therefore an exploration it will be, that thru the expert opinion and freeform demands it is that I regret to've seen myself, a disappointing reflection of others and my amnesia as a host, I tear out my heart for those things, the warmth of the sun, sleeping thru existential soundwaves of the divine thought echoing and radiating and consuming purity of wavelength from the center of the universe, when i think that thre are endless count of alternate identical universes i bide my time in this omniverse and seek the negatives of each that we forgoe ourselves to mention of mirrors and the deepest of hearts, I mind my soul, alone as I must, but I know there are not my own, this castigating game of , a secret passage to a place I've once been, the ability to go around what is not there and the sunlight washes the mountain and the rain and river wash down it, each drop an ocean, each ocean a wall that the sand cannot cross, each time this sane and vibrant history seems to fit, when the sync of hearts all beat like an engine forward, my thoughts misplace me, there are no problems here, this place is not the resting hole of the universe, all is well, up is down and day is night, the mountains grow, the sea recedes beneath my feet and the distant-stretching shore vast and mighty pushes into the ocean, the land into the stars, the air into my mind again i respect the ancients, and as I let them guide me, even their weakest lets you kill each other like the tools as toys of a butcher's child, a game of chance, a sport of chess, what miracles come by playing both sides, to wit I mayn't watch your foolish game, for i am a reflection of myself and must blind into my own I/eyes, radiant expression, blind compulsion, sympathy for the structure of our molecules, combined within the history and thought a new faces in the storms of blood like fog and mysteries in the haze of storms while lightning washes and fire falls from the skies, to've said what you are then i dare against you, the ground moves beneth my feet, detrimental, discontiguous, where by burden met are sympathies unkown for times unsown and I stitch the night over you all to the horison as the stars spin over you are crestfallen in delight and unbridled rage without spite, have I spent the last for the first thought, and yet I open my eyes to this.

Los Idus

A donde yo estuve...

Inmediatamente después los avisos trataron explicar la historia y futura del estado del camino, una tormenta breve se roto el aire, inteligentes lo se encanta por un guion para un planeta oscurecido desde nos mismos, puse hacer más. Las significantes habían generado interés políticamente y diplomáticamente, políticos quienes sigan el paso se incluyen tu y yo.

Su tiempo de memoria a vosotros, por un rato, al que casi lo venga creer fue elegido de termina a toda la gente. El negocio, fue previsto de reponer la familia, las cartas provecho estaba el ruido, entonces por ambos evolución superó a todo.

Distinto de naciones con poder tras la prometa aprovecharse, de actualidad de oportunidad, a lo mismo cualquiera centralizado, la red está fracturado y conectado lo que está dirigido intrínsecamente y extrínsecamente, privatizado y organizado.

He vino defender el mercado y su estado, preservar muchas oportunidades a votos de confianza durante a los derechos humanos, dondequiera las fronteras se fallan. Amenazas en sombres, seguridad debajo de democracia siempre eternal, sin certeza, permanencia y absolución, se asegurado.

El estado tenga que realizar de sobrevivir, analistas y espías personificado el cambio al mismo tiempo que la responsabilidad del estado cayó. Algunas convergieron al lugar del fuerte, otros las fronteras, mesclando para retaliación se nacen de fronteras nuevas grandiosas.

Honor en comparación es definido por adaptación legales, fiscales y estratégico a un mundo del que derechos y militares cruzan todos los partes, mercados globales dan miedo al viejos y viejecitos igualmente. Regímenes y carteles sirvan socavar costumbres y culturas para el mercado público que se hablan la palabra de libertad.

Buscan para un mercado personificado por liderazgo, no encontraron nada. No lo intentaron ser como éste, que esperaban triunfar con liberalismo a pesar del hecho y lo después. Les decimos un mercado elegido para y por consumidores le supera, les entandaron que automáticamente los deseos de los recipientes eran lo mismo.

Que distancia hemos venido desde lo aprendimos. El junto del cete ha crecido a todos y empieza incluir los locos de nueva, a los de quienes abandonan o refuerzan sus fortalezas algunas de aquellos se ha alcanzado locura pura, el mascara ha caído y somos videntes todos.

...en los idus de marzo.

M358 – Climactic Degradation

Merlin 3:58 – Climactic Degradation

The werewolves search high and low, reacting to attacks while smelling and looking, growling and rooting out anything that breathes, from loft to loft scaring children, but in effect a mighty culling, any sick body taken beast of hand by throat and almost thrown into the streets, the larger berserkers inspecting them in the street, captors not killers release them more wounded fright embrace. They run by the phoenix in disregard and it the same of them.

Troy sees Sino in the street, unsure of allegiance and candor, learning from watching him end the life of someone, whom, however innocent, is seen with a fearful pale face near Sino’s nightmarish malice. Sino pulls his hand slinging red blood against Troy’s white skin, his boots in cadence laden to swagger unofficial and revenge, magic by one hand pins Troy against a windowsill, the other reaches for him, only passed him into the window Sino breaks the neck of an undying infected misfortunate soul, but not before Troy has daggered him.

Sino smiles of narrowed eyes and blood-filled mouth, his bracelets and rings collide against themselves and shatter the waves of echoing furor and calamity that bindles fear as kindling to rampant chaos, he pulls the blade and licking blood cuts his tongue, tossing the blade to the ground he departs, seeing Kylesa in the distance having watched one-sidedly ever quite the spy.

Troy follows Sino, realizing that he is being stalked he tries to evade, by intent he now follows Troy. Kylesa draws bow ready to attack one of them, she saves Troy with an arrow and Sino disappears. He reappears behind her.

Sino: For god and country, now?
Ky: The plan is to live, and I MAKE no promise in my desires.
Sino: The plan is unchanged.
Ky: You were going to kill him. How does that fit plans?
Sino: He stabbed me, so I took his knife out like this, and split my tongue, overacting.

Troy: Put down the knife!

Sino takes Kylesa hostage, Troy shoots an arrow, which Sino holds patient and moves at the final second to take no wound yet appears to fall over wall. Her prestigious disguise remains intact.

Kylesa: Oh, for king and country, you’ve found me!
Troy: Are you okay?




/ch

M357 Outnumbering the Day

Merlin 3:57 Outnumbering the Day

Ophiuchus stands to let a new arrival have his seat, but shakes the newcomer’s hand and transfers most virulent contagion, he begins to see thru the eyes of the poisoned man. The vision of death is the same for all the undead, dying with their eyes closed.

The convulsions of the victim are distraction from the blackening eyes, many gather to assist and in Merlin’s approach his knife. A glimpse of a rapier dagger and Ophiuchus enters rage and infectious desire, his eyes glowing red his death magic turns the dying to carnivorous demons, entering home after home to rip and tear and mar and spoil the living, the wounded begin growing against repression, the dead are not dead.

Troy follows them where they lead, trying to save as many of the defenseless in the commotion as able. Agnar, roaming the streets finds and fights Ophiuchus, but a hand of dirty nails not infectious as he shows a symbol of protection carved into the arm from once the bones and the serpent devil escapes the slow giant. The phoenix walks the streets slowly, as if hunting, investigating, wary of corners and blithe to the infected, the cursed burn on contact like dead leaves to embers, it worries of larger monster. Troy kills a hexed cannibal only to be bitten in the leg, the phoenix shows him that its feathers purge the potential infection of black magic like water in the wind. His inamorata Kylesa watches keenly.

Digr, returning to the city, encounters werewolves, coyly they watch, spitefully they wait, then launch at him and it is all effort given to sink them and escape. They tear at the ground and bit each other to pull themselves to ground and mend when running once more.

Sino carves runes into his arms, again a primal disharmonious link with fondness of blood, a city soldier thinks the self-carving is the cause of all anarchy and frivolously encounters a specific truth in concerns. Sino deeply finds humor in murder, ever-trying to impress death’s messengers. In doing so Lilith brings her own message rising from a pool of burning blood, fervent dementia and courtesan of war, fewer precious moments are telling of elsewhere, as many soldiers spear her Sino watches with genuine intrigue. The infected walk down the street, Merlin walks up it, thru them to find disaster, cutting them down where he must with the touch of light, close enough to face danger if gnashed. The phoenix flies from the werewolves with Troy barely holding as up the walls they try to follow and Kylesa in flight to follow. At the rooftop the vampire scouts attack, one of the werewolves does not escape death and returns a paler, more fragile human without transition. From the summit they see Katina and Braden, he uses silver to create intense flashes that turn the physical into ashes, she absorbs the vacant energy and calls lightning to her aid, joined one thunders, one flashes.

Lilith and Merlin apart are drawn to the noise, Sino and Ophiuchus apart go to higher ground. Braden and Katina siege strong against the night, as the numbers of the infected surround him he tosses a handful of coins spinning thru the air, the explosions scattering across them blows holes into buildings, connecting the blasts is Katina’s lightning that washes Lilith’s skin without harm. She walks between the flying explosions as doorways of fire, soon closest to them emerging from burning wind. She waves her magic hand and the infected fall lifeless and deathless.

Lilith: Merlin! We have rules about dancing with the dead!
Merlin: Calm your minions of hell!
Lilith: Neither here nor there nor mine!

Close proximity three infected approach her, again they fall where they are cast to sleep. She speaks to Merlin.

Merlin: They are infectious and feel I to a trap for me is beset.
Lilith: Only amongst silence from the dead do men dare think, find Sino, my beasts will have their bones.

Merlin departs and Lilith stands, smelling the fires of death and plague of man in the air. The cursed rise and approach her as if servants of the underworld, three from earlier whom two of the left and right fall as souls to the underworld without redemption, the centermost she graces her fingers across his face. He heals moribund, a head hung unbecomingly in the tread. The wind passes under the rain-soft clouds, thru the breeches of sullen boughs of a surrounding white oak forest, the cursed man begins healing, curing him hither incarnate the crack of bone to tear a breach, she gathers the otherwise idle mind and forces him to watcher her lick his lifeless heart.

She bites into the heart and begins a roar of many as the demon mother of all werewolves, several of the pack arrive.

Juan: What is it, den-mother?

Lilith tears the head from the dead.

Lilith: These are puppets, of something that has been near Sino!
Tiw: We will hunt.
Lilith: The same skin as these, but eyes like mine, find it alive and alive bring it to me!

Sharp and alert hunters their shoulders raise and claws dig into the soils and begin their hunt.

Belladonna spies from around a wall with Varin, Lilith notices her.

Lilith: Come to me, daughter of the order.
Bella: Mother of all poisons?
Lilith: Why do you cower at the border to freedom?
Bella: “Flora kept by Fauna” I pare the tree to the underworld, but I am too weak to survive the onslaught.
Lilith: Can you consume contagion?
Bella: Yes.
Lilith: Then save your friend.

Lilith walks by him and his veins become black as he foams at the mouth, she walks into a burning wall to vanish. Bella begins to absorb Varin’s demise, she grows strong with him, her eyes brightened by the light, her vision darkened by the night, her skin healthy burns into heat and her sleeves bother her so she burns them, her power mighty surge preternatural fueled by the air, he chokes and gasps returning to life. Barefoot thru the street with eyes of bright darkness, roots of poison fill the earth from each step.

She heals who she can and they fall cured and torn from lucidity, those who she cannot fully heal cry writhing at the moon that their lives will succumb to the disease and as their eyes begin to cloud of carnal insanity, as such gathers a fog which causes them to dry rot like old trees and fall into the mist. The breath of the vale between land and sky, as wind searches trees the werewolves search streets, and immune are still slowed by the outbreak of the undead, which has Merlin returning to Ana and Nick.

Merlin: Are you okay?
Ana: If it stays warm we might survive!
Merlin: Who are these men?
Nick: With both sides burning, this might be the only place left from her, when they noticed that she was keeping us safe…
Merlin: They came to protect her.
Nick: Nation men, but not wizards.
Ana: And not for long! We’ll need rain or relocate!
Merlin: How long?
Ana: If I have this baby in a burning building in the asshole of the universe I’m naming after me and killing you both! Rain, Merlin!

Merlin suggests the men give him distance as he begins to let tattoos glow, to clear streets and whet fires.

/ch

M356 Precursor to Chaos

Merlin 3:56 Precursor to Chaos

Kylesa and Troy sit on the rooftops, a city and sunset, they speak of loss and lust and the moons. Merlin sees their silhouettes at the edges of the warm sky when leaving Nick with Ana. Egret resting with the morrow, phoenix waking with the night. They see the city and the balconies of the affluent and royals. The chieftain king stares from a window covered in a blanket, staring at the sun, listing to resounding carelessness, staring at them when they notice, a servant comes to the aid of the king and he begins attacking the servant, devouring them soon for no reason and Troy lets loose an arching vaunted arrow to kill him. Kylesa begins to climb across rooftops and Troy follows her, she retrieves the arrow and thus evidence and departs with subtle warning to him, he is with peace of city suffering absentia. Petty crimes of children of incensed infatuation, which one can steal something better or exclusive for someone pretty and elusive, which they take crowns and lay in the regent bed and laugh like royalty, there are no songs of birds.