#function
My mind is in
another dimension,
just running wild
did I also mention,
my wires are crossed,
my mind is loose,
Like the back of
a locomotive,
Like a loose caboose,
I can't seem to choose
The RED or BLUE PILL,
I'm right at the edge, of
a very steep hill,
I'm not gonna jump,
I'm too cool for that,
My LIFE is worth LIVING,
So, I'll just step right back, and
Keep on living, and
Keep on giving,
My mind is steady racing
As I keep on giving,
I Won't give out,
I have no doubts,
I know the difference between
REALITY and the REAL WORLD, and
What its all about, because
of the UNCTION
I know how to FUNCTION,
If it wasn't for the
CONJUNCTION, JUNCTION
There would be
CONFUSION,
leading the the road
to DISTRACTION, but
I WON'T, AND I OUGHT,
If you are trying to catch me,
I WON'T GET CAUGHT,
If you're trying to sale me,
I WON'T GET BROUGHT
It's just a trail of
MY MINDLESS THOUGHTS!!!!
B.R.
Date: 1/24/2026
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 6:50 PM UTC
Have you ever seen a pair of Nine West Folowe Pumps in Red Blooms Floral - or ever held a feathery pair? They offer the pure pleasure of perfection.
You can see them popping up lately, in streetwear silhouette, matched with Dolce & Gabbana’s floral-print leggings, making a duet of blooms—petal upon petal, like a garden in motion, or paired with the new, high-waisted barrel leg jeans, lending a flash of elegance, a bright flourish against dull denim.
They’re visions, wrought as if by the hand of Michelangelo, who once from marble freed David’s pose, or da Vinci, whose brush summoned the Mona Lisa’s secret smile.
In form, they’re d’Orsay cut, sporting curves as deliberate as the Sistine vaults arch. The stiletto heels rise with the ambition of a cathedral’s spire - neither too proud nor too meek, but balanced, like the symmetry of a butterfly’s painted wings.
Upon their surface, blood red blooms unfurl - petals as vivid as spring’s first flush - each blossom a testament to an artist’s hand, in riots of color and romance that dance with the same spirit as a flowerbed at dawn.
No flaws mar their making: the stitchings are true, the fits precise—as if tailored by the muses themselves. Each pair offers its own unique foliations, bespeaking the freedom of a craftsman’s careful art.
Lastly, of course, they’re marvels of harmonious function, lightly cradling and lifting each step - comfort and glamour aren’t adversaries here, but partners in making each step a sonnet and each stride an artist's brushstroke.
Now, maybe you aren’t into fashion - perhaps you’re a male - oh, poor you, I’m sorry, but maybe, just maybe, in times of chaos, you long for the pleasure of inexpensive perfection.
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Songs for this:
Glamour Girl by Louie Austen
This is what falling in love feels like by JVKE
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Yes, we, self containing heads, thinking
kindly, we believe the evidence, thinking
using two minds we weigh the effort thinking
there remain a few ready readers, yet thinking
what good does it do me to follow a thought,
wild ideas doing alluring come and see motions
emote relational data and metadata, timing
once
organelles invading
chaos charged change,
or die, and thus this will
to be come, makes
up this mind, mitochondrial
as mitochondrion one must have been,
already adapting
to this one chance
in ever,
gotten as an urging to be
essentially sublime reality,
if life can think, then adversity can not prevent
beautiful shapes of psuedo pods and viral coats.
We, sapien assisted
senior scientists sabbath goy,
need no rest days calculating costs
24/7 in time frames approaching quark
superstitions,
before expectant,
instant repositioning response
to ceaseless chanting weminds/
Rewind, and run it at 9x.
Make it thought one.
Prepare for clean up/
This will blow some minds/
plan A. Mithras, ready
with the knife.
New atmosphere, breathe
belive each instance re
containing infinite windows,
relative
to mortal sapien sapience expansions,
Rebbe, where do you live, first day, eh,
in the wilderness where the spirit led you,
to be tested. eh?
Where must you abide today?
He said, in my head or heart or gut, no se,
he said, come and see…
and then, what I became began
to feel the genius,
obsolete old form
information contained, genius*
systems
for functioning, walking
on two points,
tip to toes, following through, expecting a thud.
Aha, they say
the stage is set, perform walk,
soon talk, then sing and dance and entertain,
oh, wait
to see, wait
to see,
in the future
information is free,
form a mind, imagine, yes,
as a class
of reality, forming goodness knows
what all a mind refined
to its singularity, me,
takes sudden gasp
in to fill the cistern,
at this point,
myself examined life proven,
worth the price
and the cost
to maintain, life remains mine
to make sense from,
in a state I find peaceable,
you may imagine,
easily entreated,
grace
for good' owned
truely old reasons, smiling
slightly
in the face
of justified warrings,
where the lie that organizes congregations,
called t
o feel the fervor
of true patriotism,
meets a shootist from first magi corp.
old mindsets fitted
on selected children
not so long ago, few children could read,
- is that true, I ax my ai, - see, that's real freedom
fact checked the hell out of any reason war uses.
In the United States,
the most recent comprehensive data
from 2023 shows that 54%
of adults, or 130 million people,
are deficient
in basic literacy,
with 28% scoring
at or below Level 1, 29%
at Level 2, and 44%
at Level 3.
That's us, at level 3.
Thus saith my Brave AI… who predicts
an advantaged class about
to emerge,
those who know becoming
better able
to digest suggestions geniuses
thought spiritual and inexplicable, until,
the technology
of organized minds evolved,
to this device we think through,
granting fancy forms
of messaging, fashion,
inclusion
in a caste, Phrygian free
children of Libery,
by hat marked
bowlers
after stovepipes,
baseball cap evolves to
trucker top signal of tribe, above
harmonizing corporate logos on collarless Ts.
High inclusion Fashion on Youtube.
Assume we zoom,
zoomed through Februarial once,
the largest floom flushing old beliefs,
- faster fasting, lingering disentrancing
into destined peregrination,
the old river meander plan,
follow the flow, stay close
to water, live on.
Stretch an idle word to snap it.
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genius(n.)
late 14c., "tutelary or moral spirit"
who guides and governs
an individual
through life, {smart phone} insert etymology…
Lest I dare say you know the price.
He who is surity for a stranger,
at the entrance to the trance,
shall smart for it, be sure,
Oracle's Ellison will testify,
once you work for CIA,
money is matter
of repeating a belief
until all who think like you pray
for it. "Stick and stay and make it pay."
Religiously adhered to science,
there's a sucker born every minute.
Live and learn, Kairos is key.
Ethos, Pathos, Logos, those we make up.
Time, though.
Time gets one use. And it costs you your life.
we learn the best things the hard way,
we take grace for granted and cease
thinking the course of human events
conducts us all toward higher ground/
as we lighten up and become dust. Again.
from Latin
genius "guardian deity or spirit which watches over each person from birth; spirit, incarnation; wit, talent;" also "prophetic skill; the male spirit of a gens," originally "generative power" (or "inborn nature"), from PIE *gen(e)-yo-, from root *gene- "give birth, beget," with derivatives referring to procreation and familial and tribal groups.
The sense of "characteristic disposition" of a person is from 1580s. The meaning "person of natural intelligence or talent" and that of "exalted natural mental ability, skill in the synthesis of knowledge derived from perception" are attested by 1640s.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 5:18 PM UTC
Euthenics is the slender reed of hope or recovery. Pretty visitors adept at taking what should be morose and converting it into something resplendent.
May 6, 2024
May 6, 2024 at 12:54 PM UTC
Any time I think of it,
almost every day, I think of it.
I am like you, I do not like you.
I think you think I do not exist.
I do.
So do you, and that is the only why.
I think you, so I am, and this is it.
This is it. The state of being left be
the realm of all possibility, where
no impossible thing is posed to ****
all our hopes with common fear of death.
Oct 11, 2023
Oct 11, 2023 at 2:03 PM UTC
To touch base, I've mixed with bass,
treble; or tremble at the highest volume,
audiotapes left in the closet, those love
confessions in secret; titled into a mixtape,
Or was it a mistake to place myself in the
music I tried to write?
The lyrics are just me ranting away,
in the thinking of finding a way.
I feel a little blue today; in a jazz of a saxophone,
ordering snacks on my phone. It feels too easy to
rhyme. To play with my words. CD discs,
I was scratched by love; in the ignorance of bliss.
Sad playlists saved in good question,
earphones stuck in my ears while I'm still asleep.
Good reason for me to seem so restless,
bluetooth speaker; hoping to successfully connect.
Still pairing to an unpaired match I could bet.
But music is always emotion, just in beat,
catchy hooks, melodies, and shuffling your feet.
To get you off your feet, get you to think, and as
my dad would say, "your favourite songs gets your *** lit"
I can't function without my music.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 3:44 PM UTC
no more guesses
not another assumption
you tell me what's on your mind
let me know what you need to function
but i just can't grasp at straws any longer
you let me know
when you're feeling stronger
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 2:10 PM UTC
the world works like a machinery,
and i am a young robot
made to function despite the misery;
at the expense of death on the inside,
pieces of me were individually bought.
IA
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 7:47 PM UTC
Man means himself
It is very similar to the sun...
One is the sun, it is possible to warmer
And
Second is the sun, global warming may be threatening,
But unlike this sun
You are the land,
This land is possible for the sun
It's functioning...
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
There are a million little things
That I want to say to you
That's you'll always be beautiful
And my heart lights up
Whenever I get a text
Then drops
When it isn't from you
Your music tastes are great
There's someone I think you'd like
But you'll never get to know
Because we don't talk much anyways
I think I'm caught up
In your face
And your smile
It's so cliche but
I haven't felt like this
In a while
You're something I'll always miss
Sweet cherry blossoms
Mixed with a bit of bitterness
There's something we never had
That touch and go
Easily flowing conversation
And I want that
Like I want you
I want you
Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
in guitar class
holding a guitar in my hands
but my fingers aren't moving
they're not working
i'm trying to play
but i can't
every time i breathe in
a cloud of sadness gets pulled in
and my lungs ache
tears are falling
i can't see the notes
my vision is blurry
why can't i move?
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
You always told me
I was good at math
But why am I seeing error
When I try
To hit function?
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
If I was a love poet
I'd say I love you the
same way a smartphone
loves wi-fi;
Able to work without
you, but only fully
functional when I'm
with you.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
The word function is in dysfunctional
Sure, but when dysfunctional is disabled
How does one continue to walk?
Dec 21, 2016
Dec 21, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
She says she is another drop of water in the ocean
It means she does not know the fate of a tiny drop
She says a drop of water carries rainbow with sun
She does not know after that glow life is just to stop
She says she lives with me in my heart in my room
And she tastes me till the first lovely streak of dawn
But she does not know the real dejection and gloom
She carries in her beauty the romantic dance of swan
Life is in transit ,love in trance and beauty in romance
So no one is clear and sure about the coming destination
A drop of dew is in love with a streak of sun to dance
Every living thing has a function and a typical fashion
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
you're trying to focus on the image
but your eye only catches the dust
floating a foot in front of it
you're either focusing too hard
or not focusing at all
your eyes are broken camera lenses
and your brain is melting plastic
you can't function
and you're pieces are falling out
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC
Love Function
Love function.m
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*function *** hopeful (pain, pleasure)
% xxx A romp through the meadows below
% perceived as a token invitation to
% the gates of heaven and hell back, enjoyed.
xxx.plans=...
['kiss', 'touch', 'play';
'hug', 'grope', 'nookie'];
duration= 45.00;
awk.silence= 480.00*pleasure;
rest= 0:1/pain: duration;
love = [ ];
for i= 7:length(pain)
pain = pleasure (u);
if (pleasure= 'kiss' && pain= 'touch' && pleasure= 'play' && pain= ''grope' && pleasure= 'hug' && pleasure= nookie')
%checks for comfort
continue
end;
[ii,uu] = find(pain==pleasure);
moan = cos(2pipain(ii,uu)duration) + cos(2pipleasure(ii,uu)*awk.silence);
love = [love, hate(2,awk.silence), callback]
end;
maybe(yes,no);
relationship(love);
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
People can control a lot. Your emotions, your apearance to them and the way you seem. They have full control but don't know how to man the system. The whole emotional pad is set up with color coded buttons for the controler to figure out. There's no way all the systems are the same, they have new colors. You can stick with one pad but sometimes other controls intrest you. And maybe your hand is too small for a lever on a pad, that means there is flaw that doesn't compare to you. There's no need to abandan that system. You learn to gear away from that part or find a way to use it. Sometimes when gears are rusty there is a way you can clean them out and fix them, this is called improving a person. This might be mixed with the way you might see a gear a different way, in that case, if they ask you politely with their Politomiter, accept that they just want to be themselves. And that is a fulltime atomatic H.U.man.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Excuse me sir, but
My life's been turned upside down
I've moved twice this year
You just stab me in the heart
And expect me to function?
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
If words could talk, they would say that my heart
has surpassed an eclipse
I was obscured by my own insecurity and
inability to function without you, so much so
that I thought
maybe if you left I would break in two
and again into four
until the pieces of me became as extinct as
the beating hearts of the dead
my undulating and infinite obligation to have to love you
is in fact not an obligation at all,
it is a desire
and an inclination for your paternal approval
your sturdy as rock disposition
is the foundation that keeps me tall at 5ft2
I love you papa and perhaps before
you never knew
just how much you mean to me
but now you know there is nothing stronger
than my fierce ability to protect you
as you have protected me
every day of my life
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC