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Catching up on sleep
Is important for your health
Helps happy thoughts bloom

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When your extra tired everything can seem a little more down in the dumps. I’ve learnt that catching up on sleep can be  good for your mental health
no matter the cause
of your tears

whatever the hurt
which bruises your heart

for any terror
that haunts you

it is a grief to me
that you should suffer so
Lenity - Compassion shown by being understanding, patient, sympathetic, and tolerant
Maybe I am not assisted by AI,
maybe he is, who am I to ask why?
Maybe in future nobody will try,
we will assist AI, and it will thrive
AI will be me without a life.
get old

get sick


and die


it's normal
In the shadowed streets that sigh
Under burden of human cry,
From the troubled hearts that weep,
As secrets silent sleep.

There flows a river where flowers bloom
On banks of gold and verdant plume,
Where zaftig earth finds its voice,
In nature's sweet rejoice.

And as the dawn in crimson hue,
Breaks on world refreshed anew,
Sun of hope and prayer true
Sparkles silver yon pavements' dew.
BLT Word of the Day Challenge, Feb 4, 2025, #zaftig
Perhaps the cost doesn't exceed the value. The prospects there were myriad. Where do you go to escape the elusive delusions of your psychic quandary? The ramifications of inductive collusion make writing a chore which requires extrapolations in progressive dynamics. The allusions of paradoxical analogies multifaceted conjectures often have more depth than the hypothetical dynamic intentions can pervade. I too would like to get more out of the plausiblities of problematic diversity. What were you trying to accomplish? The diversity of possibility makes self oriented interjection seem a pragmatic enigma to ourselves. To receive unity I must conceive the totality of my cognation. The dog was wearing its collar. The rhythms of logic may seem impractical although aesthetically pleasing. There are many ways to exercise the perplexing quagmires of psychic revelry. Since I don't have another outlet I must attempt to succeed through cognitive diligence. Their impetus was not clear. The whole picture was not necessary for the production of viable assumptions. I don't know whether to go or stay home. The dialectics of rational induction often seem almost visible. Psychology is not an empirical science. Transience may seem a convenient quality. The first matrix seemed similar to the third in the progression. If I could I would fashion a legitimate conjecture to help mitigate the discrepancies in these arguments. I find I have worries for my relative clarity in the midst of these almost catalytic litigations. The site for the new well was carefully mapped. I find it difficult to satisfy the dictates of my conscience. A lot of people are distressed by the estranged condition of their moral ethics. The clarity of criticism creates credibility, comprehension can cause conducive consciousness. Multifariously versatile obnoxiously obsessed protuberant demonstratively cajole deviant affectionate ****** caress. English is a colorfully diverse and versatile language. Parallel thoughts like parallel lines carry similar veins of reasoning in almost identical directions. The picture forming seemed to be a synthesis of the almost kaleidoscopic torrents of symbolical regalia. It's not convenience it's the spontaneity of intrinsic expedience which dictates. The light house stood out stark and ominous amidst the torrential rain and flashing lighting of the stormy weather. Anxiety is often caused by an accumulation of unresolved delusions. If the tone of that man's voice is any indication we are not going to have an easy time convincing him to give up his old records collection. Sometimes having something is not as exciting as you thought it would be before you owned it. The occasion was just another new moment in time. The mechanism was a miniature scale model of the larger machine. The man's perception of the situation appeared quite shallow and incomplete. Belief is a relative state that often lacks objective clarity. The monolithic precipice is probably not as steep as it looks. The heights of sanity are a lofty and precarious perch indeed. He was not conscious of the collaborations of his enemies clandestine collusions. The magnitude of the problem put it outside the realm of my perception. The angel was a vision of resplendent beauty as it hovered in mid air above the knoll. I don't think you understood what I meant. I sincerely meant what I said about the sorcerer. I will succeed through cognitive diligence. To say the state of mankind's metaphysique is an imaginary condition is a gross denial of evolutional principle. What then is the nature of problematic hypothesis, or the personification of positive prosthesis? I don't mean to embarrass the perpetrators of theological indenture but perhaps this is not pragmatically aesthetic. The athlete carried the torch with grace and solemn devotion almost as if on a mystical sojourn. The quality of existence may not transcend the tenacious transience of time; then again perhaps the exogamy of homogeny will produce the ultimate successor. Under our political system the privilege of freedom is inalienably granted to all unless abridged by due process of law. If you attempt to unlawfully abridge my freedom I will file a prejudice against you. I am more wholly concerned for my anonymity than I am with the ideology of your evangelist. I know I would rather be self sufficient than deterred by the ulterior motives of political impetus. Though I know I am is more than I may ever be I like to think I could. Through extrapolation one can enhance their vision of the realms of possibility.
Wanton wayward warranty waylay!!  Trajectory extant's totally tangential, exponentially extemporaneous objectified's manifest.  How do you intend to receive your gambits of alluvium aloof impunity if you forget immunity is Epicurean absurdity.  Astral projection's mystic symbiotic.  It's enough to give one the Martian warlord blues on the mule kit.  Exotic trollwood harlotry and, transcendent nimbus nimiety's exorcist.  It's a perplexing paradox my friend.  Ringball tea!
oh, how the times flew by
in an instant, the ink came dry.
you were once a child
picking the right words carefully, fearfully
but now they are the ghost of what once was,
fading, distant—blurry and forgotten

you used to write of love
the kind you had never known
painting in borrowed words
daydreaming the pages you wished to live

uncertainty was your oldest enemy,
standing firm and tall, a shadow of a giant
david, as you were, searching the stones
the courage to take the leap

funny how time can be cruel, yet also kind
what once you only wrote
is now something you hold
real and steady, love that breathes inside you
no longer just a verse, waiting to appear

and though the ink has dried,
love has bloomed
It’s been a while…
Amazed by the azure skies,
Birds soar and spread their wings,
Clouds form captivating shapes,
Dancing in the daylight brings.
Every leaf whispers softly,
Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Golden rays of sunshine glow,
Harmonizing nature's views.
In the stillness of the night,
Jewels of stars adorn the sky,
Kindred spirits feel the light,
Loving whispers, hearts sigh.
Mountains stand majestic, tall,
Nature’s beauty, pure and grand,
Oceans vast and deep enthral,
Peaceful moments where we stand.
Quiet streams flow gently by,
Ripples form in rhythmic dance,
Songs of birds that signify,
Tender trysts of love's advance.
Underneath the silver moon,
Valleys rest in quiet repose,
Whispers of the night’s sweet tune,
Xylophones in dreams compose.
Yearning hearts find rest at last,
Zephyrs blow, the night has passed.
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