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As soon as you make something seem terrible, it becomes slightly terrible. Someone could be using that very something in a good way, but as soon as someone comes up with a bad way it could be used, that thing becomes tainted by thought. Those people ignore the good in that thing, and imagine a bad future with it, creating a taboo that is almost inescapable. Our thoughts create our future. Give things a chance. Think positive. The future is in our hands. It is also in the hands of bad people. We must coexist and cease blame on things.
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Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:25 AM UTC
Face-Recognition Technology Etcetera
Before the year ends there is so much left to accomplish. Little grains of salt tossed from shore to shore Rogue One is my savior Jin and Cassian are my guides a bonding brotherhood a bonding friendship a budding romance but ended as the imperial army blew them to smithereens. What is to become of the rebel forces? They end up winning but it's a long, hard struggle. The Force is with me. I am the Force. I know this now. All this power like the Death Star channeling green toxic energy destroying all that is innocent and good. Before the year ends there is an opening not unlike the blue power shields that the rebels destroyed. Fear is my shield but I have the Force within and all it takes is some hope that this next coming year will be a new bright beginning full of love and caring bringing peace and relief and satisfaction and release to my Brain and my Heart.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
THE END OF 2016
there is this pithless entity circling round my gut waxing and waning folding in infinite measures like stiff cloth finding creases that fit and I caress this part inside which has no fold or definite pattern but there is this power and it increases as the light of lesser days burn into night brightly devouring all lesser fabrications willing them to speak in hushed whispers bathed by blackness completely surrounded am I a vagrant soul departed yearning for this star of gasses to not combust but slowly awaken and you spark that within me heavy and unaware a messy cloth of vibrance washed and wrung and folded gently with shaking hands and thumping breath the atmosphere surrounding all that is real enveloping my body as it speaks of glorious wonders operating deep within the cosmos where air is sealed tight like a vacuum and I can't help but breathe in even though I know I'll suffocate
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Cosmos Procession
full flower moon in its halo a space station
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May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Full Flower Moon
Going to sleep is the best thing a person can do. After a long day of work just slip under the covers clean, wrinkled, soft and daring the night a comfortable pillow in which to rest sleepy tired eyes while finishing a dystopian sci-fi movie taking place in the desert. Furiosa takes the night across her shoulders black engine grease smeared across her forehead as Mad Max rides shotgun before the heat consumes them. Enjoying every sand crusted machine cranked thrusted water tank bomb shell. She is the best kind of heroine taking complete control of the current situation. But sometimes there’s a break when the dusk becomes depth merging into the white halo of moon slivered like a cut thumbnail just hanging there, lifeless. And this is when the truth becomes completely apparent. Resting one’s body after a tough week of physical and emotional sickness becomes first priority where relaxation nods its weary head to slumber under a pile of blankets.
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
Sit and Recline
We had some visitors that came from outer space. Those aliens came here to enslave the Human race. I met the leader and he demanded that I bow down before him. He said that if I didn't, our galaxy would meet a fate that was grim. I told that alien **** that I only bow down before the almighty Jehovah. The alien leader got so mad that he said they would destroy our galaxy by causing a Supernova. But God wiped out the aliens with bolts of lightning. Jehovah God was victorious because he is a king. Jehovah stopped those aliens from causing chaos. He showed those alien fiends that he is the boss.
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Jehovah Killed The Alien Invaders
A hero in a book or movie. Fighting the evil queen. Reclaming a homeland-or mountain. Saving the world with a companion in a blue boxs. Leading a rebelion. Beind captain of a ship- Serenity or the USS Enterpise. Cathing a serial killer. Or stopping a psychotic well dressed villian. One man or woman saving the world. When I was younger I wished I could be like them. But now I can barely fight the demons in my mind. Why would I dream of saving the day when I am not sure I want to live another day? Life is no fairy tail. This is not Middle-Earth or Narnia. There are villians and monsters yes but not ones that we can defeat during wizzard chess or with a want or lazer sword. They are just as real and dangerous. But the live in our minds. I tried to run from the watching tv series and movies and reading books. Dreaming of another life. But eventualy the demons got closer to chatching up. And no hero will be able to safe me. I will have to fight the monsters in my head myself, all on my own. And I hope that I will be strong and brave enough when that time comes.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
A hero
I'm a Gungan from the planet Naboo and my name is Jar Jar Binks. Senator Padme put me in charge once even though I don't even have the ability to think. George Lucas brought me to life with a computer, I'm a product of CGI. Because many Star Wars fans find me irritating, they want me to die. Many people hate everything about me, they hate my voice, my six foot tongue and my orange skin. Now that the prequels are over, those people are thankful that they'll never have to see me again.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Jar Jar Binks
I'm the Emperor and my face looks like a prune. I have dark circles around my eyes which also makes me look like a raccoon. My name is Palpatine but I'm also known as Darth Sidious. Everybody pukes when they see me because I look hideous. I was able to trick Anakin Skywalker into turning to the Dark Side. I actually convinced him that I had the power to save his bride. I can't believe that I was able to turn him into a Sith Lord as easily as I did. He actually believed that he could save Padme by killing Separatists and kids. I thought that my new Death Star was safe from the rebels, I thought that I had won. But Darth Vader dropped me into the main reactor of the Death Star to save his son. Luke Skywalker removed Lord Vader's mask and he became Anakin Skywalker again. I still can't believe that those **** Ewoks were the reason why my Empire didn't win.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
Palpatine The Emperor
I was abducted by aliens and I'm angry, bitter and depressed. They took me to a world where the women have no ******* When I was abducted, I was promised a life of happiness. But how can I be happy when the ladies have no chests? I'm ****** off and I want to cry because they were not honest with me. The women on this world are so flat that they make Olive Oyl look ***** When I was on Earth, I manufactured bras but they are obsolete here. Coming to this planet has put an end to my happiness and to my career. You may think that I'm lying to you, I know that it's hard to believe. But if you're a man and you're brought here, you will want to leave.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
A World With No *******
Thanks people for liking a poetic Story for a change. Here is the follow-up. In Part One we visited the universe one hundred and ten trillion years after the Big Bang. Our hero Omega and his people escaped the last known dying red sun by becoming living spirits. Now they must embark on a remarkable journey... (By popular request)! Omega and his associates flew faster than light. Up ahead there appeared a white pin-prick. “A star!” exclaimed Omega. “Not a star,” corrected Father, “It’s another universe!” That tiny white gem grew into a globe, until it filled most of the “sky”. Father: “Omega, you have a choice now. Most of our people are going on to that universe. To a new life. But some of us are going further first. We are going to take full advantage of this spirit form, and travel out as far as we can. We are going to try to discover the truth about Existence.” Omega: “But how will you find your way back, Dad?” Father: “We have established an unbreakable link with our people. When we have completed our quest we will follow that thread and return home. Are you up for it?” Omega: “Of course. You only get a chance like this the once.” Father: “Good. Let’s go.” All the goodbyes were made and the two parties went their separate ways. For Omega, his odyssey began. This time, they seemed to fly away even faster! Another “star” appeared. Then another, and another, until the whole “sky” was filled with a myriad of them. Father: “Yes, son, you guessed: these are not stars but universes. We are somewhere in the middle of a Multiverse. And we are heading out!” At some point Omega became aware that there was a “boundary” to the multiverse. That the multiverse was some vast globe of universes! Soon they were leaving that globe. Before long they were looking back at that circle his father called “The Multiverse”. Then Omega became aware of another globe in the distance. As they moved away, this second globe looked much larger than the first. Like a sun and earth. But then other small spheres appeared: until there were eight of them orbiting that “sun”. Omega’s multiverse was the third of those eight from the “star”. Father: “It’s an Oxygen atom, son!” Omega: “What?” Father: “That sun thing is the nucleus and its, er, planets are electrons. Two in the inner shell and six in the outer. Classic Oxygen.” Omega: “Wow!” They kept going. Soon they encountered more oxygen atoms as they sped away from their own “atom”. They also encountered countless Hydrogen “atoms”. Father: “Water! We are in water! Lots of impurities though.” Their pace seemed to multiply. Nevertheless it took ages. Eventually, however, they left what turned out to be a stream of water. Falling to some unknown ground. Slowly but surely, though, a “figure” materialised above them. The realisation hit them all at once. Frozen in “time” before them was, a little lad having a *** behind some bushes! And both their old and "new" universes were somewhere within that stream of ***** Father: “I think it’s time for us to return home, son.” Paul Butters
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
Our Universe Ends Part Two
Thanks people for liking a poetic Story for a change. Here is the follow-up. In Part One we visited the universe one hundred and ten trillion years after the Big Bang. Our hero Omega and his people escaped the last known dying red sun by becoming living spirits. Now they must embark on a remarkable journey... (By popular request)! Omega and his associates flew faster than light. Up ahead there appeared a white pin-prick. “A star!” exclaimed Omega. “Not a star,” corrected Father, “It’s another universe!” That tiny white gem grew into a globe, until it filled most of the “sky”. Father: “Omega, you have a choice now. Most of our people are going on to that universe. To a new life. But some of us are going further first. We are going to take full advantage of this spirit form, and travel out as far as we can. We are going to try to discover the truth about Existence.” Omega: “But how will you find your way back, Dad?” Father: “We have established an unbreakable link with our people. When we have completed our quest we will follow that thread and return home. Are you up for it?” Omega: “Of course. You only get a chance like this the once.” Father: “Good. Let’s go.” All the goodbyes were made and the two parties went their separate ways. For Omega, his odyssey began. This time, they seemed to fly away even faster! Another “star” appeared. Then another, and another, until the whole “sky” was filled with a myriad of them. Father: “Yes, son, you guessed: these are not stars but universes. We are somewhere in the middle of a Multiverse. And we are heading out!” At some point Omega became aware that there was a “boundary” to the multiverse. That the multiverse was some vast globe of universes! Soon they were leaving that globe. Before long they were looking back at that circle his father called “The Multiverse”. Then Omega became aware of another globe in the distance. As they moved away, this second globe looked much larger than the first. Like a sun and earth. But then other small spheres appeared: until there were eight of them orbiting that “sun”. Omega’s multiverse was the third of those eight from the “star”. Father: “It’s an Oxygen atom, son!” Omega: “What?” Father: “That sun thing is the nucleus and its, er, planets are electrons. Two in the inner shell and six in the outer. Classic Oxygen.” Omega: “Wow!” They kept going. Soon they encountered more oxygen atoms as they sped away from their own “atom”. They also encountered countless Hydrogen “atoms”. Father: “Water! We are in water! Lots of impurities though.” Their pace seemed to multiply. Nevertheless it took ages. Eventually, however, they left what turned out to be a stream of water. Falling to some unknown ground. Slowly but surely, though, a “figure” materialised above them. The realisation hit them all at once. Frozen in “time” before them was, a little lad having a *** behind some bushes! And both their old and "new" universes were somewhere within that stream of ***** Father: “I think it’s time for us to return home, son.” Paul Butters
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The Vault stands resolute Against acidic Time. It must have much to say. There is much it must have seen. It's steady, stony gaze Is all that now remains To stand guard over nothing; Duty-bound to stay. What resides within? It is aching to become known. What resides within? We rush the beckoning gate, We push and pry and pull. Today is a first for the Vault: For the first time it loses a fight. The darkness confronts us, Accusing and severe. Apprehension crawls up our spines: What has been hidden here? What resides within? It is aching to be known. What resides within? We set foot inside, Our steps unnervingly loud. The cold sun nips our heels. The darkness caresses our brow. What's that ahead? I believe it is light. The faintest of glimmers: Thin golden thread. What resides within? It is aching to be known. What resides within? With the greatest of caution We open this new door. Beyond is a strange old creature, Back to the wall, sitting on the floor. His flesh is pale and creased, But his eyes are anything but idle. "What is this place?", we ask. His answer comes with a smile: "This is Man's Vault. It is a reservoir of what we were Long before the missiles or the disease Or by both we all were burned". "Who are you?" "I am the Curator, the Chronicler. This place is of my own work. I've spent day and night here, Building it with record, picture and book." "What may we do with it?" "That is for you alone to decide. The collection must pass to new hands. My purpose here has been served. In this present realm I will not much longer bide." On concluding his final, heavy quatrain, He breathed his long life out. And the liveliness from out his eyes did drain For several minutes, we stood in silence. As a weight pulled down on our hearts. A race had died before our eyes, And left to us its inheritance.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Inside the Vault
The Vault stands resolute Against acidic Time. It must have much to say. There is much it must have seen. It's steady, stony gaze Is all that now remains To stand guard over nothing; Duty-bound to stay. What resides within? It is aching to become known. What resides within? We rush the beckoning gate, We push and pry and pull. Today is a first for the Vault: For the first time it loses a fight. The darkness confronts us, Accusing and severe. Apprehension crawls up our spines: What has been hidden here? What resides within? It is aching to be known. What resides within? We set foot inside, Our steps unnervingly loud. The cold sun nips our heels. The darkness caresses our brow. What's that ahead? I believe it is light. The faintest of glimmers: Thin golden thread. What resides within? It is aching to be known. What resides within? With the greatest of caution We open this new door. Beyond is a strange old creature, Back to the wall, sitting on the floor. His flesh is pale and creased, But his eyes are anything but idle. "What is this place?", we ask. His answer comes with a smile: "This is Man's Vault. It is a reservoir of what we were Long before the missiles or the disease Or by both we all were burned". "Who are you?" "I am the Curator, the Chronicler. This place is of my own work. I've spent day and night here, Building it with record, picture and book." "What may we do with it?" "That is for you alone to decide. The collection must pass to new hands. My purpose here has been served. In this present realm I will not much longer bide." On concluding his final, heavy quatrain, He breathed his long life out. And the liveliness from out his eyes did drain For several minutes, we stood in silence. As a weight pulled down on our hearts. A race had died before our eyes, And left to us its inheritance.
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[Dead. It's all dead.] ______________ The world lies frozen At our feet. Rusted monoliths Stand watch. The bones lie scattered In the street. Wrapped in burnt, Decaying cloth. Air echoes with A deathly peace. The empty roads Are long un-crossed. As we walk on, Instruments scream: "There's danger here, Please don't proceed." Nothing's here but These machines, Screaming signals To our feeds. On this harsh day, Lonely shadows play: The watermarks Of a forgotten age. Glowing decay And burnt-out plague. And mysterious vaults Locked fore'r away.
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
Skeletal
Their home overlooks the East side of Saturn where the others have built more towers with all of their money, and all of their power There's a bridge in the middle that has a tall door it separates the two classes we've named -- Eastrich and, Westpoor The skyway jams up as early as four with cy~chips that are paid incredibly more. I found a thin paper book with old photographs it had pictures of animals in zoo's like giraffe's I saw pictures of ocean's with fish in the sea there were mountains with forrest's as green as can be. I wish I had eyes, and a body like the ones that I see if I could wish for one thing that's the thing I would be but I was designed with fine metal instead with mathematics, and physics built into my head iWork in Westpoor with others like me if I could be human that's what I would be.
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
The Final Frontier
I woke up drowning in my sheets Another day to do my job Slowly starting up the daily routine I could still feel my head throb Night shifts are normal shifts It's the only time that would work Slowly sifting through the filth Of the memories they took I pick out things put in some, I sometimes put in fakes Does it really matter? It's just happiness at stake My cause is unexplained No compensation or benefits My work has no awards But it keeps everything together Every night and every day
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
Dream Worker