Chapter Next .95 (Throwback to
Literature or the Distinguished Gentleman Series)
Before you read on I just wanted to bring to your attention that the universe/spirit has given me some winks. Here are those winks.
1)Perception TV Series-Episode Mirror-http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3907524/?ref_=tt_plg_rt
2) Radiohead Romeo&Juliet MovieSync
3)Rumi mentioned on Perception episode Mirror and a Backstrom episode
All of this after I posted Chapter Next .95
Before you read on I just wanted to bring to your attention that the universe/spirit has given me some winks. Here are those winks.
1)Perception TV Series-Episode Mirror-http://www.imdb.com/title/tt3907524/?ref_=tt_plg_rt
2) Radiohead Romeo&Juliet MovieSync
3)Rumi mentioned on Perception episode Mirror and a Backstrom episode
All of this after I posted Chapter Next .95
I’m bringing letters back. I know this is a bold statement,
but it has everything to do with the times we are currently living in. I’m
desperate and the best part is if it works, if I succeed in my mission, then
you will know how far our society has plummeted because I’m not an author or
from circa 1657. What would this mission entail you ask? Well we would need the
most worthy and astute non-authors we could find. Bloggers will do, because
they don’t know how to write (myself included).
Please all bloggers don't be offended by the non-author thing. It's tongue in cheek type of silliness that the distinguished use to distinguish one thing from the next and otherness.
It has come to my attention that if you are to be a writer then you best have a battleship worth of dabloons to be able to plunder because the market is anything, but reasonable when you come to think of it.
Hell if you sit and reflect for more than 25.6 seconds you might find that this whole idea of writing and being an author is far too daunting to take a crack at. Dos thou know the ins and outs of literating literature across the pages of electronic vessel like spaces of congruence? This is the questionable question in which we each seek with a diligent carefree modem of motive. Or in which none of us question at all. One or the same. To give valiant truth’s a second life would be an extraordinary adventure to say the most. Where does one go while hubbing through the speedy vespers of connectivity parts? Do we connect at all or are the integral variance projections just way too small to allow our indifference to go noticed? This is the call of prophetry wouldn't you agree? This distinguished gentleman series is one for the cogs and wheels running the operations behind the scenes. A shout out to the little people breaking their hands and legs given the ethic they portray so posthumously.
Have you taken the time to dine with the divine conspiracy of shattered feats? Ones that are labeled “More to Run”. Soon they’ll be all that’s left when it comes to valiantly pursuing the adventures we were birthed into the world with. But as if only in jest. That is considering we were blank folded by the distracting ambiances of our most plagiarized culture to date. The fellowship of truth sleeps quietly a sheep while the wolves unleash the fangs of pain upon our last vessel of innocence. Duty calls as the cavalry surrounds the leaping faith blazing franchise of hopes and dreams. “We’ll buy em out before they can hold a name” they’ll say. But hearts are burning as fiery as the turning world is luring and as the dreams come full circle the busy bodies spreading ridiculous parodies of nonsense will be left in the dust of reality. One where they had no warning of insight to prepare because their centered foresight was on what wouldn't be after the days had retired while the night continued setting up for expectational imaginings!
The killer of dreams isn't as pretty as their projection wants you to perceive, but one must dig to find the roots in which this silent miller of potent potions continues to imbue into thought highways of media sensations. One must be diligently ready to take on the task of looking under the surface to see how the other side of the iceberg floats. Otherwise all we’ll see are the multiple displays of ships, vessels again, and boats. To be a thinker living in a quicker age is quickly now something more passé. Comfort yourself knowing that as you think you are and as they research they aren't anything more than what their fingers travel across. As the thinker travels landscapes of worlds living within his own being, he’s also thinking of how it would feel to feel that thinking thought as a reality. And the thinker and only the thinker will have the opportunity to visit such magical locations while still having the ability of thinking of wild landscapes and worlds in which this special destination connects with. The fingers touch empty spaces of digital context and perspective. Shambles of shams with elaborately large diagrams protruding into the spaces of spaces with pixelated energetic burning rays of vibrating atoms while the finger to the touch becomes more or less devoid of feelings of the third kind and should it be anything less?
Please all bloggers don't be offended by the non-author thing. It's tongue in cheek type of silliness that the distinguished use to distinguish one thing from the next and otherness.
It has come to my attention that if you are to be a writer then you best have a battleship worth of dabloons to be able to plunder because the market is anything, but reasonable when you come to think of it.
Hell if you sit and reflect for more than 25.6 seconds you might find that this whole idea of writing and being an author is far too daunting to take a crack at. Dos thou know the ins and outs of literating literature across the pages of electronic vessel like spaces of congruence? This is the questionable question in which we each seek with a diligent carefree modem of motive. Or in which none of us question at all. One or the same. To give valiant truth’s a second life would be an extraordinary adventure to say the most. Where does one go while hubbing through the speedy vespers of connectivity parts? Do we connect at all or are the integral variance projections just way too small to allow our indifference to go noticed? This is the call of prophetry wouldn't you agree? This distinguished gentleman series is one for the cogs and wheels running the operations behind the scenes. A shout out to the little people breaking their hands and legs given the ethic they portray so posthumously.
Have you taken the time to dine with the divine conspiracy of shattered feats? Ones that are labeled “More to Run”. Soon they’ll be all that’s left when it comes to valiantly pursuing the adventures we were birthed into the world with. But as if only in jest. That is considering we were blank folded by the distracting ambiances of our most plagiarized culture to date. The fellowship of truth sleeps quietly a sheep while the wolves unleash the fangs of pain upon our last vessel of innocence. Duty calls as the cavalry surrounds the leaping faith blazing franchise of hopes and dreams. “We’ll buy em out before they can hold a name” they’ll say. But hearts are burning as fiery as the turning world is luring and as the dreams come full circle the busy bodies spreading ridiculous parodies of nonsense will be left in the dust of reality. One where they had no warning of insight to prepare because their centered foresight was on what wouldn't be after the days had retired while the night continued setting up for expectational imaginings!
The killer of dreams isn't as pretty as their projection wants you to perceive, but one must dig to find the roots in which this silent miller of potent potions continues to imbue into thought highways of media sensations. One must be diligently ready to take on the task of looking under the surface to see how the other side of the iceberg floats. Otherwise all we’ll see are the multiple displays of ships, vessels again, and boats. To be a thinker living in a quicker age is quickly now something more passé. Comfort yourself knowing that as you think you are and as they research they aren't anything more than what their fingers travel across. As the thinker travels landscapes of worlds living within his own being, he’s also thinking of how it would feel to feel that thinking thought as a reality. And the thinker and only the thinker will have the opportunity to visit such magical locations while still having the ability of thinking of wild landscapes and worlds in which this special destination connects with. The fingers touch empty spaces of digital context and perspective. Shambles of shams with elaborately large diagrams protruding into the spaces of spaces with pixelated energetic burning rays of vibrating atoms while the finger to the touch becomes more or less devoid of feelings of the third kind and should it be anything less?
This is phase two of a Book to be and my wildest of writings.
MirrorLiving
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