If it is two eyes that read this destroyed ghost-town of a website, then it will be two eyes I write for.
Medussa, I'll never say no, but surely your faith in my depth is a little false.
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You must understand that I am a liar.  I've been lying to you, to alot of people.
By default, you see, not by choice.
I have skills that most people dream of having.
I never gain any weight from things that would make 90% of people obese. 
I manipulate people for my own advantage in later situations, although not for my personal gain.
I absolutely hate people who have faith in a higher power, but I am one myself.  Though not extreme at all, we all know how my experiments have turned out.
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The question for today is, Why do we do the things we do?
Sure, money and power will last as long as you want it to, but does that explain anything?  Does that tell anyone why we hurt life?
That's the difference between me and everyone.  I'll never accept that anyone lived their life like I have so far.  When I see people, It's a pile of cells and bacteria working together to form a community that, under a hive-mentality, follow the brain which is manifested through said cells. 
I talk to piles of life.  Not people.  For people to become something more than blobs to me, they have to tell me this.
Tell me that they see the world in black and white, but every atom they look upon is ready to burst in color.
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I can't accept that other organisms are living in the same world I am.  I want so much to be someone who protects, but these organisms, these people, Life, makes me out to be a monster.  For this reason, I hate people, but do not hate life. 
Hurting people, it isnt fun.  Sure, it's useful and probably beneficial, but I don't enjoy it.  I am cursed with these skills, Manipulation, Metabolism, being Different, mentally.
Allow me to help you out here.
Manipulation - No one really trusts me.  Everyone will tell me to solve their problems, and since i ache to protect i do it.  But no one comes to fill my soup kitchen.
Metabolism - Jealousy.  I happily give, and give some more. When people see that I'm a machine that never gets any fatter yet downs items like a, machine, some people just treat you different.  Out of jealousy, they hurt you.
Being different mentally -  People call me crazy all the time.  They dont know what you know, squizzle, that I made a life-bet with god himself over the events of a specific date and how they occurred.  People dont understand that I've stared dead center into the headlights of a car on a highway and somehow remained flawlessly safe.
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People.
The reason people are different is due to Communication.  Without it, they can't survive.  Most people are terrible at this skill, in both communicating and interpreting.  For this reason, they misunderstand, hurt people.
A while ago, I posted something about being invisible to someone.  Because although I am a confident, prideful, and glowing person, other people don't accept it.  The article was Fade, and is, in my opinion, one of the most truthful things i've written here. 
That's what I mean, I'm a liar.  Sure i'm smart and happy, and wouldnt change a thing.  But i get so much flak for that.  I'm not textbook smart at all.  I only know what i care to know, Its just different than what you, 'normal' people care to know.  So i'm labeled. 
My grades are average, not special. Middle.  Not high.  I've failed finals, and somehow i maintain a B.  This is luck.  This is not my brain at work.
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Why do we do the things we do?
To be known, remembered? Loved?
If i find someone worth protecting through anything, there wont be any misunderstandings, i swear, i'll communicate from mars if i have to.
I'm sick of being overlooked and misread.
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Tell me anything you want medussa, it's 4am and I'll make it happen.  I'm in with god, if you haven't heard.
=]

I wonder what word I'm trying to create on the homepage. 

Yeah, I'm a loser. I've learned to embrace it, and use it to enhance that thing we call charisma.


=]

EDIT -  Answer was professor OAK.

Way to ruin everything pretty, smokey, you retarded man-ape-gone-wrong thing.

Woke up, lifeless, pulled myself out of bed, approached the window, looked out and saw the dark clouds of a storm hovering above. 
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I have realized that, in the times where I look around and it's raining darkness and cold and such, the proverbial bad place, i retreat back into the place i am confident in.  The window i view the rain from, it's the Café.  I write everything i would never say or do here, and it's because i know it doesnt matter here.
It's getting things out in the open, but keeping them safely hidden behind close doors as well. 
This little site, café as it is, has been my light in said darkness, but there is a drawback to this light.  This entire time, it was this light that forced everything else to seem so dark. 
--
As i said, everything is said here but to what outcome? the same as if it werent, or worse. 
So, my loyal place of comfort, the creation of my most irritating discomfort, what do i do with you?
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I'll turn away, never look back, and regret every single word i've ever punched out in my overwhelming sense of difference.  
Yes, regret, for the realization that everything was a mistake from almost 4 years ago deserves even the smallest amount of attention.  
Begin, End, Dash.
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Resist First.
Resist The System.
Resist Testing.
Resist E-Depot.
Resist Asteroids.
Resist Work.
Resist Sight.
Resist Peace.
Resist Starfish.
Resist Screenshots.
Resist Music.
Resist School.
Resist Rumors.
Resist Terrorists.
Resist Games.
Resist Randomness.
Resist Losing.
Resist Faith.
Resist Anger.
Resist Morons.
Resist Vans.
Resist Anger II.
Resist Costumes.
Resist Landmarks.
Resist Entry.
Resist Rants.
Resist One.
Resist Spam.
Resist Safety.
Resist Resistance.
Resist Creation.
Resist Tranquility.
Resist Difference.
Resist Murder.
Resist Cafés.
Resist Permanence.
Resist ChexMix.
Resist Showcases.
Resist Weeks.
Resist Steps.
Resist Unsurity.
Resist Cyanide.
Resist Uncertainty.
Resist Death.
Resist Cans.
Resist Remembering.
Resist Speech.
Resist Intoxication.
Resist Crashing.
Resist Shining.
Resist Closing.
Resist Smiling.
Resist Renovating.
Resist Snapping.
Resist Unlocking.
Resist Pixels.
Resist Ascension.
Resist The Mix.
Resist Labels.
Resist Songs. 
Resist Signs.
Resist Cards.
Resist Bombs.
Resist Lists.
Resist Class.
Resist Man.
Resist Amazement.
Resist The Unknown.
Resist More.
Resist Returning.
Resist Forming.
Resist Limits.
Resist Countdowns.
Resist Vanishing.
Resist 10,000.
Resist Products.
Resist Closing.
Resist Disappointment.
Resist Loss.
Resist Echo.
Resist Walking.
Resist Time.
Resist Tributes.
Resist Days.
Resist Unveiling.
Resist Unleashing.
Resist Hiding.
Resist Reasoning.
Resist Deciphering.
Resist Impact.
Resist Warning.
Resist Waking.
Resist Theorizing.
Resist Shifting.
Resist The Box.
Resist The Orb.
Resist The Cube.
Resist The Sphere.
Resist Exhalation.
Resist Locking.
Resist Holidays.
Resist Waving.
Resist Resonating.
Resist Preciosity.
Resist Slowly.
Resist Fading.
Resist The Apocryphal.
Resist Ubiquity.
Resist Laughter.
Resist Pulses.
Resist Dashing.
Resist The Useless.
Resist Intensity.
Resist Humanity.
Resist Eternity.
Resist so that you are unaffected by this, that this will become the place to be while its dark, if only to make everywhere else light.
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I welcome my regret, I hope to regret even this later.
I've got one way to make gateway to darkness close, and thats leaving it, dropping it, and forgetting it.  Wise words of a once-wise person ae kept here, and here they will stay with what remains of that person.  I, I am most certainly not that person.
I was different when i was young.  There is an amazing line between intelligent, wise, and stupid. 
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Now, 3 year old light, embrace my 6am nights and hold high my 1pm wake-ups, into sun covered fields and cloudless skies, and lock this regret in the darkness that once held you.
The ship that was crashing, Makes sense.
The man who shot me, The place I went, Makes sense.
The museum, The answer, I understand now.
All the symbols and questions and all the problems that begged for answers, it was all this, and now, this is nothing.
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=]

Eternity, last of the X-ity articles. 
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Summer, again.  Finally, a time of care-free self awareness, where i can think freely and not worry about tomorrow.
My first thoughts are of the immediate future, and the long forgotten past.
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There is a place within me, in my mind and personality, that is stuck in an endless morning.  There is no sunshine, or warmth, or breeze.  It is a morning where the clouds that hover in the sky don't move, and they are so dark it seems like night.  The cold, damp air is only felt by the torrents of icey rain falling in a slope downward onto the ground.  
It is here, in this darkened-morning atmosphere, the cold feeling of aloneness consumes me.  This is where my fears reside, and this is the place i wander through when i am at my lowest.  The golden light of the sun is lost behind blackened seas of clouds, and all seems lost. 
This is the darkest part of me, where i have been only a few times, and fear with the force of my life.
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When i can admit that i'm bothered, horrified, terrified of something, that is where my mind is.  While there, i find myself in the rain, huddling for warmth and begging to the sealed-off sky, praying with every fiber of soul in me, that it will end up as i have believed it.
Which is of course, that things will turn out as they will, and inevitably be fine.  But, sometimes, it's almost supernatural. 
You can be alone at home, watching the real rain in the window, and get a phone call from your family in the car.  You can listen to them tell you, there are gunshots right outside their car.  You may even hear them in the background.   But what can you do?  You can retreat to this dark, cold place and wander alone forever, or you can search for light in a place that has cast out all but darkness. 
You can pray, demand, say that they'll be fine, bet all your knowledge, your life, and your essence that they'll be unhurt, and somehow they'll get through it, safely. 
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Such events have also arrived very few times, and i have yet to be denied.  Using this method sparingly, my greatest fears are completely avoided, because what sends me into an endless morning storm is also what powers my intense hope for something greater.
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My proof of some higher-life-force only expands with time, and is in itself, one such thing that scares me.
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But, the future, now.  I don't want to lose everything that I work to gain, and the best way to keep it all is to be remembered.  By not being forgotten, you live forever. 
Perhaps I want to be an Architect, and build vast monuments to the times that people will look at, and remember the people who watched it being built.  
Maybe i will shape skylines and leave my mark on our own eternity.
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Some things are just too amazing, that it makes me wonder more.  But 90% of everyone at that point tells me to stop thinking so much.
You're right, you know, I think too much.   There's so much to know, and not enough time to learn it.  But as my proof slowly grows, month by month, The existance of an educated eternity is slowly uncovered.
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To be eternal, to last forever, to know the answer to every question, before it is asked.

Pre-topic Paragraph, Go.
I raised my hands to the sky a long time ago.
Medussa, I wouldn't mind learning the afrikaans word or words used to describe you.  In english, there are no such words that I am aware of.  Every time something that seems to make no sense comes up, you make sense of it, and follow through with a better senseless, yet meaningful response. If anyone ever calls you intelligent, you have my approval to say No, I'm more than intelligent.
You restore my faith in the internet community, and a fractional section of humanity. 
--
Post-pre-topic-paragraph-article, Commence.
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Yeah, I'm a mean person.  As in, I'd laugh at you if you fell down, I'd probably be the reason you fell down to begin with. Who wouldn't.  
and, Yeah, I have a lesser side, that gives to charities every winter, and has good days that are focused on spreading joy.  Don't we all?
There's something no one else has though, and it's my view on people.  Yes, everyone thinks people suck, and no one wants to deal with them.  It's true. 
To me, though, people are fascinating.  I hate them with a passion like everyone else, but I would .. well.. Just look..
--
I've been thinking about this for years.  It makes me a morbid human, who would burn in the eternal flames of hell should they exist, but I wont lie to anyone.
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Experimentation.  Subjects: 5-10 Newborn Humans.
Follow me here, and hold back your sympathetic and outraged responses. I wont hurt infants.
Space. 
You build a massive, huge, i mean moon-sized Sphere or Cube, or whatever, in space.  Obscenely large.
Inside that cube, you segway from desert to forest to snowplains to ocean to mountains, whatever. 
5-10 Humans, under the age of 3-months will be placed in the cube, If you have 5, then do one group of 2, and one group of 3.  The more preferrable 10 people, it's 1 group of 6, 1 group of 3, and 1 person alone.  In different areas, same cube.
You also have 6 regular people, age 30 or over, to take care of them.  They go in pairs to each group as they sleep, they must never be seen, and give them food. 
By age 3 or so they should be fine. The staff of 6 always remains on the cube, watching from hidden security cameras, each one carries a tranquilizer.
After 13 years, the staff of 6 writes a progress report, gives video from the cameras, and shows the world how they are developing.  If one has died, how they handle it, If they have found everyone, what kind of society or language is forming, etc.
10 years later, when they are all age 23, The experiment grows to an inhumane level, So ..
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If you are spiritually weak, GTFO.
--
--
At age 23, The staff of 6 people will walk into them, tranquilizers in hand, in a full pack of 6.  One will hold a video camera, they will all be wearing full body armor, and have pepper spray.
They will detain the 10 'subjects', In cages, by use of tranquilizer. At this point the 10 will be transported off the cube, to earth, where they will be split up.
1 to the USA
1 to the UK
1 to Russia
1 to France
1 to Spain
1 to Japan
1 to S. Korea
1 to China
1 to Germany
1 to Sweden
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All of the countries listed above will assign their most advanced team of language scholars and teachers, as well as doctors and psychologists, to this one person.  At all times there must be a 3:1 ratio of people to subject, the 3 people must be armed, the subject must remain detained.
The goals for this are teaching the subject language, understanding his/her language, intelligence, social ideas and structure, etc.
After 1 month of this, they will be combined.
--
For the rest of their lives, although together, they will be subjects.  They will learn a language and tell us how they lived, how they reacted when millions of their kind showed up, and if they know what God is.
If the belief of a God-like figure is so deeply coded into human genetics, it is only further proof.
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This experiment would never happen, however, because you people are too weak.
You can't understand that we dont live in a perfect, stress free world.  Adam and Eve chose the apple, intelligence, over eden, ignorant happiness and life.
Embrace the intelligence, Learn more about humans, what they are, and how they live without intelligence.  Re-create the world as it was, and watch our own evolution unfold before our eyes. 
The reason that, at all times, more than 1 person is armed and controlling the subject is because, and uneducated, wild human is by FAR the most dangerous living thing to other humans. They have intelligence, and intelligent life that isnt educated and civilized is why you fear this experiment.  If the staff wasn't armed, there is No Doubt in my mind that someone would be killed.
However wrong and morally sickening this is, it would be the most interesting thing ever.
---
Imagine it, a wild human.  The horrifed, godless feeling you would have, as you stare into the face of your only predator in nature, the only living thing that could destroy you, and you recognize it.  Imagine the look in his eyes, and how it would, in the end, crush your weak spirited soul to see a wild human detained, tested on, and in his natural form.
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Without our technology, without our enhanced intelligence, We are nothing.

What the hell am I doing.
Look at this, stare at its horribleness.  I remember when 1000 people a week looked at this worthless page of randomly generated text and wrote their own views on it.
Now I only get the 1000/week
--
I don't care about attention or numbers.
I won't lie to you anymore, I really don't care about anything.  After the article, Ubiquity, I never got completely back to normal.  So i'll do things the way they used to work.
The X-ity Series, Incoming.
--
After that, the world for me changed.  Everything was different.  I stopped having dreams about larger than life things happening, I stopped dreaming almost entirely.  The pressure that was put on me consumed my life for almost a week after it was gone. 
I wasn't in my place.  I wasn't stuck in the endless thinking, about dying, and finding out that something had to create heaven or hell, and create that creator.  These endless loops of thought were not my priority anymore.
This was my lie.  I tried to stay where I knew I was happy.  Being the person who just looked outside and saw the outline of everything, a world that was never finished being shaded in.
--
But now, I find myself laughing at daily pressures.  People around me feel like death is knocking on their faces when something stupid happens.  I've gotten so different, and part of me hates to say it, but mature, that I don't even care about thinking anymore.  What's the point right? I'll know eventually.  Right now, it's about living.  Why waste all your time searching for what isnt there when you could be laughing every second.
I'm happier to be that guy.  The one everyone goes to when they need to laugh, or just get away.  
--
I remember once, it was raining.  
I was walking along and noticed, under the dry shade of the building, this person.
Maybe I wasn't thinking then, because that turned my mood around.  Walking not next to someone, but with someone, what am I even saying.
The point is..
Ever since then, It's not about wondering where the universe ends and whats beyond that..
I've almost gotten myself killed, twice, since then.  For this one reason.
Protection.
I've been told I emenate warmth when it's too cold, I've been told I have some kind of stupid deathwish. 
What I say to those people, the latter, I dont care.  Head down and hands at the side, you dont want to look ahead after a while.  You just want to live for each second as it goes by, you want people to feel safe near you.
Your only desire is to walk with someone..
Not next to them..
--
But can I ask a personal question?
We discussed it in health, during the suicide topic.  They said people only want to die because they're depressed. 
It's one of the stupid things i've done, my friend pointed out i was wearing black that day.  
I laughed, and said, No.. Some people want to die just for answers.
--
I'm not one of those people.
Anymore.
--
8 days to 17.
Still Ubiquitous.
Still loving every second.
Still enjoying everything, and taking problems with laughter.
Still intense.

When everything goes great, perfect, eerily perfect.
When nothing goes against your desire, and every moment is how you would want it if you knew it was coming.
--
This is when i notice it most.  I know anyone would be on top of the world if this situation happened as often as it does for me, things simply working and you're just fine with everything.  all at once now.
And i love it, but.. It's at these times that i see it, not everywhere, but growing after every blink, in almost every person.  Sheer unawareness of everything around them, the complete avoidance of the truth, or desire to know, the lack of real emotion in anything living, and how seemingly scripted these times are.
I'll explain it as best as i can..
--
Theres a dark time in my history, Five, almost Six years ago.  The worst period of time for me so far.  Man, I was in a horrible condition then, I dont even know if I should say 'mentally' or not. . It was the only year of my life that wasnt defined by fun and life-loving joy, every moment.  In case any of you are wondering, it had nothing to do with 9-11, though that was rough in itself. 
You can however safely assume that I was completely lost in emo-chaos, though I wasnt a life-hating retard.
My problem was i was too young for all the shit that hit me at once, not just starting middle school and being held to higher standards, but the start of my personal disease, that would last .. even until now.  My greatest enemy, the overwhelming desire to know that which there is no answer to.  It destroyed me, every second i would wonder off into question, deep in mental thought over something everyone else had never even heard of, and thats when it started.
I noticed no one else cared.  Everyone around me did what they were expected to do, go on with their daily routine and never stray from it, never question why and never dare say no.
This only made it worse for me, as i asked myself why i was the only one like this. 
--
What it's become is an unimaginable acceptance of everything.  I look outside and see microscopic masterpieces working together to do what everyone else is doing.. going on without ever saying no or wondering why.  
I was an insomniac for four days straight, and went through some other things.  
--
Now, however, As I've stated, I have proven the existance of a higher force for myself.  Things happen for a reason to me, and it happened again today.. All night last night i asked whatever said force is to please, give me a second chance at something i missed yesterday, it was seemingly impossible, it would never happen again..
And today, i was given a 40 minute window and did what i had to in 30 minutes, the one day, the one set of 30 minutes i needed, it was surely given to me intelligently, on purpose. 
The time i asked for no one to get hurt, That one august, on the day i had said, in the country i had said, for the reason i had said, None of it makes sense.
--
Doesnt anyone know?  Doesnt anyone have an unnatural desire to know why millions of people walk down sidewalks, only looking forward, while you walk across the street looking up at the infinite blue sky, knowing full well that space is black and void, and goes on for, as far as we know, and endless distance.  What's keeping us here, ...
When i have amazing days, it ends like this. A supreme showdown of questions, as if the energy will decide to tell me.  but ot's happened more than once, so i try anyway.
--
I'm telling you, one day i'll figure it out.  One day i'll stand before the glass eye of CNN and read my 2 pages.
--
I'm completely care-free right now, and i'm still hell-bent on answering the impossible.  I've never heard anyone wanting to die because they're so curious about life, but i wonder if there are people like that.   I wonder if it'll ever get that bad with me.
Thats what you need to understand, it's not cool having these questions plague your mind like this, even occasionally.  It's like an itch you can't scratch, you need to know to continue, and. . it gets hard sometimes, knowing that everyone around you is a mindless drone when compared to the thoughts you get during these times of question..
--
Those without purpose search not for answers, but for definition.  It's a life lesson.

Ready
set
Gone.
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--
Chevrolet HHR, Black, One more week of waiting.  It is the physical embodiment of myself, it suits me.
I'd hate to get stopped up on how awesome it will be, so i'll save that for how awesome it IS, in a week.
Until then, lets talk about some crazy stuff.
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In the past week something like 8 schools closed due to murderers on the loose, bomb threats, actual shootings and generally insane people.
Virginia Tech is where we will start.  I have nothing to say in regard to it, but rather something else.  With people like Cho Seung Hui trying to top the previous school shooting for bonus points in hell, this threat will never end.  People go into these things expecting to die, their only goal is to take as many as they can first.  This will continue to happen in intervals wether we like it or not.  At all times, be aware of your closest way out, assuming the gunman is the person closest to you in your current environment. 
--
NASA, The gunman is described as Tall, between 50-60, wearing glasses, has a handgun, works at NASA, blondish hair color, I'm thinking, 'Sky king? Holy shit'
Skyking may not be the most intelligent person in our national aerospace research department, hell, i wouldnt trust him as my phone-a-friend on Millionaire, but that doesnt mean this couldnt be him.
Well once again, the gunman took himself, I'm sorry to see you go, Sky King, but until i know the guys name or see you active, I just cant be sure, that description is so accurate, and i know for a fact you own a handgun because you pointed it at the australian once.
--
Blue Angel, Down.
Nothing at fault, but i find the name 'Blue Angel' Very nice, and will take any excuse to use it in every day conversation.  This is a horrible event and im sad to see any form of mechanical talent go, i'm curious to hear descriptions of his personality, maybe learn of his skill progression in precision flying.
--
Faster.
Are you criminally insane?
Dash Faster.
There are 2 types of people, the Insane and the Crazy. 
Either is good or bad, and personally i find myself Insane, the good kind.
I'm sure i have some kind of mental disorder, but again, a kind of mental issue that makes me faster, more efficient..
I've done something else horrifying now, it isnt scanned yet.
First there was a random heart with wings, then a random rose with detail unknown to me previously, and before all that a mint factory, all with a style and form i had never seen.
Well now, i have a hill, a moon, some stars, and the most Detailed figure in white robes and shadow, with the most excessive wings i have ever dreamed of, All 4 of these seemed to come from somewhere else, and im always tired afterwards.
if this is a mental problem, by all means, i am mental.
I've attained my goal of being hilarious and artistic, and excel at both at the same time.
The only thing i havent done is get on cnn.
--
Dash, Faster!
But that will change, i know somehow, the way things have been going, i know i'll be known for something good soon.
Yet to discover perpetual motion, but close.
--
Dash!
This is life at its highest point, where everything falls in place and no-one responds to your intellectually stimulating articles, but 300 people a day look at them, and thats 100% fine!
--
Earth runs at 42 Frames Per Second, And I walk at 43.

Everyone is lesser than I.
--
What they don't want you to know is that You are not an independant being.
How is it that people can believe reincarnation, and others in souls, and even more in some kind of life after death? ghosts perhaps.
It's because you are a recycled personality.  To ensure no one ever lives twice however, the system works in a blending manner.
Lets say the world is inhabited by 3 people.  Person A, B, and C. Person A and person B were lovers.  Person A and C die in a fishing accident, and Person B is unfortunately left pregnant.  
When the child is born, is a new soul brought into existance?  Can something such as a personality truely be created out of nowhere just like that?
No.
It is against the laws of nature.
You are energy.  You are matter.  Matter and energy can not be created nor destroyed, only reused, or changed. 
Thus, Person 'D', the baby, wouldn't be a soul of his or her own, but rather some percentage of person A and C.
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The end of your life does not mean the start of another, however.  As energy, you are free to be split whichever way you can imagine.  You probably wont know anything or be self-aware, but you will become the equivalent of God.
Everywhere at once, in all beings, the reincarnation belief of achieving it all, the point where reincarnation can no longer take place.
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--
--
Who is it that doesnt want you to have control of your own heart?
Why was I given the choice to breathe, but was forced to beat without my own consent?
Certainly this could never be answered, but certainly I would dare ask it. 
Your pulse is not your option.  There is no free-will here.

It hit me like bullets today, and yesterday, like a truck.
Speeding by me, and nearly missing me every day.  But every day it was there, and today it finally hit.
Like nothing before ever had, it all made sense.  Everything.  I'm sure if you asked me 'Would you change anything, if you could go back and do it all again?' I'd tell you, No, of course not.
And thats no lie, i'm very happy with the way things are, but in reality, should a way to do that ever exist, i would effortlessly go back to myself at every stage, every scene, and walk through it. 
--
Would you, though?
If there was a way to go back and change something, what would you do differently?  Answer it, because you can.
It is a strategy so brilliantly simple, that even I can't believe i missed it.  You don't change whats done, you continue moving and change the present.  You'll never change the future, because the future doesnt exist yet.  Therefore, change the present, and you effectively change the future every second, while simultaneously redoing previous events. 
You exist as yourself.  There are billions of people in the world, and you are just one.  So for what reason should billions of other people overpower your life?
They dont. 
Somewhere out there is something you can see, but I can't.   Somewhere there is an object for me that doesnt exist for you. 
--
Daily, Now, I see it more.
Clearer, more-manifested, and evolved.  Slowly, but fast, The same fire-eyed passion that consumes me.
What is it? It's there.  It's real.  It's different for me, it doesnt exist for me as it does for you.
If I, for even just a second, believed it to be false, fake, or non-existant, I would not sit before you and claim it to be real.
Where does your passion lie, where are your errors, what would you change for what reason, what would it fix.
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Change now, form tomorrow, and fix yesterday, theres your time travel. 
Theres your perpetual motion.
If you demand love from someone, but you have scared them off, pissed them off, or done anything to make them dislike you, You need not travel back through time but continue traveling forward. 
Somehow, I see it more. Much more.
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But maybe, it's just me.  Maybe i found what i see that no one else does. 
Every day theres more of them, on every street corner and in every shop, there is someone who i see it in.
Exponentially increasing, soon we'll take over. Worlds in black and carved of wood, Soon we'll all live alone, and we'll wake up to find out we've been dead for a very long time. 
Would you try to change it?
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Lead on, Life.
It's taken me this far, and i wouldnt doubt it for the world.
Every movie has an end, and every flight a destination. 
Though I cant see that far, I trust it with said fire-eyed passion.
Do you?
Are you one of the ever-growing number of people that it so intensly grows in?
Do you stare upwards at night, and yell towards the stars, Lead on Life! 
Take me where you want me.
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