Razzmatazz

 /409 Razzmatazz 

Love is blind. Let’s talk about life after obsession, worrying about art and posts you made or everything the world has to teach and learning it in an instant. When questioning what my personal life would be if everything had to change, its an answer from two lifetimes ago, what to do when impossible. Tomorrow is a new day, and we all say, we know that. (At the time of writing this) Let’s also consider people coming out of quarantine, they might want to take shortcuts to anything masked in simplicity, our/one’s ideas are to answer easy questions with perfect answers. Days, events, dilemmas, and a football game has a start and end, over or not, and now is a new day. A lifetime ago my needs outweighed my wants and luckily they had the same reward/essentials for my life, after that it was another new journey in the middle of the journey to explore what life had to offer, a new day in a new life, and it all started with a cup of coffee. If you were to ask a seer, s/he knows that actions in life that most people don’t see, can steal time, and like magic release us after we want instead of sooner. If you were to ask a council, s/he might say actions are best casual and inquisitive before fun and games. If you were to ask a reverend, s/he might say that relationships are conversations to learn with the option of intimacy. A conversation is quite romantic, and for you guys it's an action move in the act of discovery.  You have potential to be honest, have someone to host the podcast with you, you want to know if the person can string a sentence together. Previously, these essays wrote about confusing needs and wants, start clean, with soft shoes and questions. There’s no need for one million roses, sometimes you feel like doing a magic trick, but you’d better be a wizard. It’s a part to see if you’re happy, you also might need to see if your needs/wants are reversed, but that’s life - you’re unique with questions, you’re young because you’re happy undoubtedly, and there’s always room for freedom. Sounds like magic to me, maybe. Now study or go to your job. 

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Elusive Elite

 /408 Elusive Elite

You can conquer some skills in 40 hours. You can pay for some lectures adding 20 hours over 4 months at $4000 (depending on the currency, century, country, corruption, etc) You can tame addiction, drive yourself like a horse into instincts, and you can break your bones to put yourself into submission, and respect, and improvement - but you are the choice in the question, your ideas are made of trillions of thoughts, and your thoughts are the world and the dream where you see. There tomorrows, and there are yesterdays, now can wait and you cannot. / Lo que quiero, lo tengo, ellos se quieren, y cuán hay tenemos, os flipais como politicos, yo supongo que será en éste mundo. / Planned (political) obsolescence, first to get them to think they need it, if I say they're bad, it's predicated on assumptions including that I'm not, as if to manufacture dissent among the recently disenfranchised; elitists that no their disorders well and the ivory towers still evacuate some ere. At the gym, I am (ego). Music makes harmony, bureaucracy makes sanctimony. It's row after row, bouts of being, that the longer the suppression the longer depression, with late night rants against a system like advice from beggar to billionaires, why was he giving advice I'd say. At lengthy conversation, the truth of exploration and the flaws in logic, mix the reason and direction and nothing works, or you're tired and it's time to rest. Instead of making goals forgotten and losing the voice of reason, there's a lot going into the last thought before reflection, make this and the next place safe. / As problems have answers, a dream without obstacles isn’t one route to success, but errors or old habits not replaced, with the conceit of trust in (what) dreams (are made of) and recklessness of bad priorities, threatens every other wo/man’s reputation, even the young and innocent from places we might pass in our own learning/journey; it puts them in the danger zone, rumors and stereotypes mirror you as professional liars and panic planning, what those could’ve been a pebble in the road some time ago, or the mountain we stoically face, as we win, and survive a bad morning, or good luck and bad, or loss and suffering, to become refreshed and potential, a deep breath and ability, and not bring bad weather to humanity and family with hard doctrines to every commentator. Have stock and faith in yourself and begin again. Manners holding our thoughts together, behavior of the civilized. 

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Neoliberalism Lite

/407 Neoliberalism Lite 

Churnalism, in a way that peer reviewed isn’t always expert-reviewed, the publishings and segments and articles balanced in the conceptual eye of a child, where similar things begin pointing to an evil destiny when all these negative things combine, in the ways that undermining leadership resembles undermining credibility resembles abuse of equals. It’s dismissive of the ways that people discredit each other, a sexist calls a woman hysterical or a man a thief, this psychic vision based on personal beliefs are as hateful as ever, as intended, as meant to be. They spend centuries describing their foes, to make war, to hold society hostage, to feed off the ratings system, defending yourself doesn’t change their hate, describing yourself doesn’t change their hate. Air the dirty laundry, their emotions, the low fire burning to only attack others, lying or believing until others are gone, where all they know is how to combine our fears and turn the afraid against humanity. Wrong is wrong, right is wrong. Understanding the wrongs will pull weeds and grow faster than the pesticides. I’ve been reading the headline of “psychic war” here and there, to be noticed perhaps, and they seem like a collective unconscious, but still listening to the words in the music. Targeting goals in competition we want over finish lines, we want to put points on boards, to want to remember why, or not. The maze of confusion and obeying wrong causes could/maybe comes from knowing the wrongs, knowing the missed rights, and fixing the present without the paths of failure. To fix an ice float while on it, instead of paddling back first (in time). Emergencies happen. Warnings become anecdotes when society becomes numb to pain, which prescriptions we become addicted-to, the naive scream, the addict screams, the inmate screams, and we are screaming at them. Perhaps it’s time to prepare ourselves. What it is without preparing, creates the panic of our society. Prosper to have prosperity. / Imagine that authoritarianism and the militias, insert rioter name here, they oppose memes because they support actions of censorship and narrative, replacing humor with rockwell statist knockoffs. The persona is self, exposing that people have been delivered viewpoints, a puzzling rebellion or skillful alignment, and perceptions are made in reality but instinct.

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Sine Heir

 /406 Sine Heir

The negative positive waves of sound, in the static electricity of emulsifying sounds drowning each other, like too many lead guitarists or cooks in a kitchen, we avoid negative wavelengths at length, to avoid cancelling and contradictory frequencies. A signal has a wavelength, in digitizing sound the length and height of a wave can contain more energy and be encoded or encapsulated to complex cyphers and systems, as songs make us feel certain ways, a single note can interrupt thoughts, and data is decoded. When listening to my headphones a cello plays at 50Hz, a lower tone melody that drained at my battery of my Bluetooth headphones quicker than the short beeps and high pitched guitar solos, a steady and long vibration at the cost of battery life. The universe vibrates at a frequency to the fringes of existence, and we live in it, in some spirituality it passes thru us, in some reality it bounces on us and around us. For the deep tones of the universe to create a song in the human mind, we would need more energy just to hear it, or live longer to download all that the stars have to offer. For these times each news is new, and we in pattern, doting the digital like it’s some teacher, recreate this scripted presentation, infantile we prioritize the reflections of the meaningless information sphere, and aged we defend it as the path. Imagine walking toward a moving mirror, and for it to break we break it, simple, but all are reflections of each other, and all are reflections of the questions that time offers us to explore. To gain an understanding of the many worlds, to teach like forgotten stars and annoy like the distractions, as if shielding and reflecting the great lessons of time would get us any closer. The thoughts and ideas, or ideas and plans, or plans and goals, or goals and victories, or victories and adventures, or adventures and possibilities. This simulation would have to be in the isometric inverted equilateral polygon, inside a square mirrored box, or the shape of your choosing, and able to create the illusion to see forward, to become the reflections needed to advance the understanding of what is behind you, without the mirrors cascading deception for any perspective, and for every possibility we multiply every possibility because the universe to be explored is expanding in all directions, and any mathematical point is expanding in all directions as the basis for infinite space, another debate for less poetic papers, which we have yet to discover. The material that doesn’t exist, will the growth of expanding energy and wavelengths creating infinite environments create all that hasn’t been created yet? Will space consume space, adding echoes to the wavelength frequency/note too loud for us to hear? Until you impress on yourself the direction, you will never remember your future. A big distraction interrupts, small distractions add together eventually, a mind in balance moves quick in the way. / It’s amazing what oneself can master in 40 hours. In a week one could learn free/freely on the internet what some universities charge (stimulated and simulated) thousands (currency) over months. The television will let you master how to spend time with people, what the wisdom of response is, but you must write the lines. Yours is a life tomorrow, and the same today. Yesterday is never, tomorrow is clever. Look at the story, to adventure you travel with the gods in the machine, to lead you take these lessons memorized. You will lead if you study. Often many learners are teachers, a book has many words put in sentences in order, but a lecture has a direction, as a visual learner you choose the direction and the order, only the unknown is a mystery. We learn, because often we are more confident than qualified. A debate plays emotions against merit, this isn’t where the geniuses are. Look at the arguments, judge the cases without yourself, pick a side with emotion, see the chance with sympathy, but will it never be wise to say you know. We live, find peace, and become learners. One who knows all seeks nothing, such a person we will study. Without the fires of learning societies wouldn’t have left our caves eons ago, and with the energy of the universe its radiation addz entropy, but we must explore it anyway. 

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Sidequest: Isarnom

20200311 Īsarnom 

1 Entwined Consort, 2 The Blue Visions, 3 Silence of Husband, 4 The Soul’s Dream, 5 The Past of the Silver, 6 Truth in the Winter

Entwined Consort

This was everything the promise of reckless submission that old stories stories become new, after looking at mirror with smoke in his veins the journey to Mars was with final thoughts and destinations, the long journey ends in cryostasis with the oxygen levels in lowest levels of production, 3 and 32 weeks in Martian months, but his use is problematic in the stasis tank and he died, for a moment, quickly put into cryotherapy to repair the brain damage, but with it many memories lost for the cost, a hundred years ago he would've died, and since he won't remember much of muchness in such of suchness the doctors kept him on ice almost a Martian year, until the next new arrivals, calling his next of nextess to send or sell his things. 

The Blue Visions

She lands on Mars at landing cycle and decontaminates during simple debrief, to see him a spot in her eye overcomes memory and after seeing the glass gardens and pneumatic recyclery she meets him as his cryochamber opens, looks and touches, empty eye, cold memory of forgotten realms to tears of many reasons, he can't remember many words not least his name, karma and mistake would honest apologies be abandoned and wasted she leaves out all the same, for this he would become a repairman as the reprogramaron made him belong to Mars, as she would stay to earn a place or wherefore depart, where her biochemicelectronanite degree was found a task she hasn't needed to ask what wars of a future made from the past of many men has come to make the red planet blue, but the styles they choose to paint the picture keep drawing over each other, and she's caught in a blast during an interview for morale on Mars and Earth.

Silence of Husband

In the video she looks off screen, but for historicity she was thinking about who she sees and expecting the unexpected, with warfare and warrior resurrected, a scratch becomes a latch, a creak becomes collapse, and bell becomes a blast, first he repairs a flaw to prevent a vent attack, next to storage where sabotage avoided keeps many people out of cryostasis, many times the warehouse defended as his instincts are the determination for results, and for making enemies on both their sides and both their spies escapes with innocents and caving them in saving some of them without air, the authorities get to choose if repairs to the tunnel are sentence or salvation.

The Soul’s Dream

He's given consoling and considerations without opulence, and mended and sent to reprogramming, he sees the blast on the news and sees her, memory inculcate dreaming brings regeneration where fictions and possibilities make indoctrination intimations of the new memories and indignation from old visions, a history made a journey delayed, interspersed by people and light of home and dawn become the single light.

The Past of the Silver

Three factions become two by will of force consuming betrayals, and two collectives coalesce to end him, but the mental upgrades without time for bad habits haven't alarmed out altered the bads, with instinct and no training in his new mind his one track mission attacks with caution relying on forwardness, leading to the biochemicelectronanite lab and souvenirs shop and she's confronting and disarming, in part with weaponizing her environs, as he takes damage his defense has to stay behind him and be a trap, built with the resources each of three more intricate than the last, they have her sequestered and trap him twice after fatal flaw, to be benevolent they reprise their statements of charter, notice his chevron, and ask them to submit to reprogramations. > The doctor has taken the other side as their leader.

Truth in the Winter

The sheriff has taken the other side as their leader. < They're trapped with the factionalists and isolated by the authorities threatening at least defeat before destruction, the factions quickly choose death before dishonor, she provokes it escaping and ending more off them one quite viscerally, they ask him to end her and he says yes, he winks to her and holds the phaser in his off hand, she bolts left and he shoots right, the shot cuts the barrier, the terrorists break down the security walls from the inside, the landing area had repressurized less than the stronger walled valuable quarters, the transparent aluminum doesn't keep warmth without heating coils, I thought you didn't know me, I don't even know your name, lasers, police, targeted suppression and erasure as escape leaves the factions trapped by lazer wall, she looks at the settlement.

He gives her his copy of her favorite party rulebook and she knows he remembers, she joys and he humors.

He had pulled the pin on the safety protocols, and all the bads are reduced. 

Him: Keenan

Her: Abella

Doctor: Mick Velly

Sheriff: Daren

Reprogrammer: Samson

Blue Alpha: Lou

Red Alpha: Marten

Green Alpha: Sara 

Et les Envieux

/361_et_in_vidius There are too many variables to treat radicalism alone, so like friends close and enemies close, invite them to responsibility, not directly. I have the opinion, you should read a fictional book and defend yourself, where radicals are reading/hearing the truth, but only the portion of it they can see, listening to what they can hear, consuming all they can swallow. This learning process that humanity has built, the dangerous times that lawgivers might find, even as the news reaches the informationalists which our lawmakers might not find, follows a strict timeline that ends like dystopianism with few survivors, those who fight or flee are lost without the world. If hate ends, creativity begins. The fantasy stories are elements born of truth without the stomach for failure, our lives should be the same. We say that a story we know to see, isn’t part of the world we control, rewriting the reality, rewriting the illusion. You are the characters in your story, in another story, or this one that the fates call time, you must introduce your characters. The critics will come, comparing anything they can remember to every epiphany, and it will be a first draft of radical expression. The true radical is either too wealthy or too poor, it is time to change them. Not to become radical, but to realize that culture is only the setting for the individual, in the many ways they seek to control power, or to clamor and fight for it amongst themselves, bringing an animal to the high rank and surrounding him with people depending on his success, will bring an element of deathly risk, for how much can a warrior risk unless he has nothing to lose. With his knights paid by him, a 1% chance, his failure will be his undoing. For the demotion of status, the fallen angels of anarchy, to be so poor to define corruption as letting the farmer keep his crop, the teacher keep her students, the crafter keep his kin, this would be nice. From ashes we are generous, from war we are communal, from communities we capitalise, if our hearts burn we should warm our hands until we can grab our tools. 

Vous, les Vengeurs

/360_ye revanchists

On the burden of boredom, a good plan that grows far, knowing the risks and standards of faith in the rational youth and reasonable adulthood being less fun than advertised, in truth or fiction without attachment to understanding of itself, clearing the path to the natural side of the world. Without reliance we test our strength, without questions we test our memory. Remembering the free will of motivations includes the free will of others, selfless for others we act outward, how contributing to society can enable opportunity until it becomes time wasted. If moments or compare to other actions the deception creates a chain of identical doorways, an endless corridor with natural intrigue of an unknown, including the echoing past providing loss and disorientation, but this illusion does nothing and irrational and illogical illusion doesn’t paint the world, wasted time is infertile. Science will find a use for anything, clearly this life will find an emotion for what we experience, it is our choice of balance. In no certain quantity, can the future be known, it can solve best without emotion, and still feel good about yourself. Learning to avoid addition and like apex animal remove obstacles for technologies of today and tomorrow, the shadow of a distant hill to afternoon nap, the promise of a mountaintop, to slip into history or signal others to even great causes, the goal removes obstacles and the truth doesn’t need your vote, perhaps your practice of awakening. You wake up, you eat or drink what your body craves, or you desire what you want to consume, this is the picture of recovery, with all the joys of figuring-out the right/wrong pathway, and is why role models and society can help as far as they go, as far as they pull each other forward. Doing what we want we find what we don’t more than maintaining a conservative vision but to distinguish between both for options, not to hope people find the way forward, but to hope in meeting people in the discovery of virtue and success. Not to harp and sing sadness at others and their past. For this entitlement on luck and emotional paranoia, wasting time on the evening news and addictive rumors, the body is strong without armor, maybe the mind is strong without power. Strength can be sharpened, minds can be sharper. Present works better for those not blind behind presence, nowness is better than information overload. 

Get Your Ass to Mars

 It's sad, really. There is racial tension where I live, or at least, poor writers and over-priveledged newsies are stuffing it into my eyes for ratings. I'm not sure what happened, I am sure of a fixed moment from the past of each life, and I must share it to others. - - If you see yourself as different, then you will be different, for what you imagine is what you will become.

 Oddly, let us place a scenario, that you all are different from me, and my dissapointment perpetual, and then all of suddenly, one of your worst dies. It's super bad enough, a death, be it anyone, it is bad if they are one of you or mine, if they are the causes or the victims, but to protest for the worst among humans is sad, and it's going to scare all the innocent people that you somewhat-refuse to be, and they'll become so scared that the wrong people are hurt by fear and manipulation - all avoidable.

 At the top, there are those that plain as day do not believe in "trickle-down" (reciprocal) economics, but I see the failure is that they don't believe in trickle-down leadership. Take 2 - in weakness, blaming power, the power drains from the institution that the weak previously created themselves, hating responsibility and hating giving responsibility, by all involved, it collapses. It could be government, it could be economies, it could be dreams. There's no need to be emotional, but if you're teaching people (with success, facts) you understand, if you're blaming people, you don't understand. This picture gets its color, even in racial identity, as to realize that movements are pulled and pushed by large forces, clear to some, quiet to others.

[ In editing this entry, I have to add one thing. Whoever is in charge of Venezuela, is a fucking retard, or demon, or both. ]

 Imagine a spy, whom would patently tell you that everything you know is wrong, because the spy is the enemy, and now think of your neighbor, your fellow human, they are honest to the best of their ability, or inability, there is no conspiracy, and I believe that protest, a requierment albeit irritating, just makes the innocent think of conspiracy. A flood of protests might stop fires while washing civilisation away.

 I was visitied by a friend recently, he told me that he had read something, so I immediately knew that what he was about to tell me might be incomplete or repurposed or just annoying, but I listened, and the conversation continued.

 So, I was then told that he had learned that each one of us only uses ten percent (10%) of our brains. I questioned him if that was what he meant to say, making sure we spoke the same language, and asked him if it is a ten-percent use of the brain in which to speak as just he had unto me.

 He concurred, agreeal, inasmuch we do use the aforementioned ten-percent portion in order to speak, and quickly continued with attentive furthering information. I watched him tell me information, which when complete was newly learned to me, amazingly we only use ten-percent of our brains in everything.

 I took a moment to process the information, then I told him I am amazed it is so little when one realizes there is a hundred-percent (100%) of a brain in our skulls, but it explains a lot about what's been happening around here.







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