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In The Prison Of Winter, No Rise, No Set orbit nearly closed, the radio announcer gleefully chirruping, the twittering fool, "only ** graves to X off till                                                spring" the weight of the prior the wait of the more no matter how little yet to come                     too much insufferable having suffered multiple life sentences you snit **** u don't know better, ha, they don't even run                                          concurrently there are no sunsets in the girding grays of harsher enough and words that fail me, are the winners in the winter of the **** tests and hunts, I have successfully                                  failed of course I'm wrong you petulant hobgoblin wringing nyet from me you'll get no concession, **** science, there are no sunsets in the winter and the sunrises, short unsweetened, light-less, less of less, frigid glaring revealers of dead trees and deader                     men maybe in the Rockies, perhaps the Alps, wonderlands photoshopped, pretty lies on the Internet BS posted where I live, wear the wear the weary neath the sweat stink of layers of unbundled choking hands, winter's damage assessed and assessment is never overdue, payable in                                              immediacy heating bills I can't pay, a job that said no more of you, unpretty please, a woman who sorcerer-scarced herself right freaking black magic quick, trust me I have certified verified, me and Nixon, X's on the kitchen calendar, there is daylight, there is mighty night, almighty in long and colorless and nothing in between, but the smog stained slush of                                                     smothered life but definitely no sunrises and no sunsets watched all day from the imprisoning kitchen window which doubles as a **** you                        mirror there are no, not any, you know what, cannot even say them, the pipe dreams of better yet, pipes that have beaten down me and my disassociated senses, signed sealed and now delivered, from the formerly known as The Summer Man
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
In the Prison of Winter, No Rise, No Set
In The Prison Of Winter, No Rise, No Set orbit nearly closed, the radio announcer gleefully chirruping, the twittering fool, "only ** graves to X off till                                                spring" the weight of the prior the wait of the more no matter how little yet to come                     too much insufferable having suffered multiple life sentences you snit **** u don't know better, ha, they don't even run                                          concurrently there are no sunsets in the girding grays of harsher enough and words that fail me, are the winners in the winter of the **** tests and hunts, I have successfully                                  failed of course I'm wrong you petulant hobgoblin wringing nyet from me you'll get no concession, **** science, there are no sunsets in the winter and the sunrises, short unsweetened, light-less, less of less, frigid glaring revealers of dead trees and deader                     men maybe in the Rockies, perhaps the Alps, wonderlands photoshopped, pretty lies on the Internet BS posted where I live, wear the wear the weary neath the sweat stink of layers of unbundled choking hands, winter's damage assessed and assessment is never overdue, payable in                                              immediacy heating bills I can't pay, a job that said no more of you, unpretty please, a woman who sorcerer-scarced herself right freaking black magic quick, trust me I have certified verified, me and Nixon, X's on the kitchen calendar, there is daylight, there is mighty night, almighty in long and colorless and nothing in between, but the smog stained slush of                                                     smothered life but definitely no sunrises and no sunsets watched all day from the imprisoning kitchen window which doubles as a **** you                        mirror there are no, not any, you know what, cannot even say them, the pipe dreams of better yet, pipes that have beaten down me and my disassociated senses, signed sealed and now delivered, from the formerly known as The Summer Man
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Jade helm "Mastering the human domain" It's all about control Controlling human beings And enslaving us In the one world/new world global government Information collection Pre-crime technology (minority report) System has no empathy or remorse Self organizing, vision capable, expectation capable, recognition capable, situationally aware, emotionally intelligent, goal oriented system.  The system, thinks, plans and executes.   Back in the late 80's MIT students developed AI technology on a distributed network (CGI lamp taught to dance).  It Learned and evolved in 24 hours what would take 1,000 generations to accomplish.  They issued a warning of how dangerous this technology is to humanity. GEOINT --Jade 2 plus more --Communications “smart grid, meter, etc" Will be connected to this system Control the environment “Microchipping” It Surpasses RFID technology RFID chips can be removed Nodes can be removed on a network--unplug printer Human beings used as nodes Eliminate connectivity to global information network Cash removed One world government Domain--Human dynamics, terrain, geography Domestic threat assessment centers Activity based intelligence All aspects of human activity monitored All collected data to be geolocated And tied to a specific node of the network Georeferencing do you will it will you do it it will do you     All three of these phrases Have equal value In this system Which is very dangerous! **Generate answers to questions That haven’t been asked, or never existed in the first place “Ominous” A.I.**--according to the source Gates and Zuckerberg--want to bring technology to third world nations GEOINT--Collect all data--for human terrain map No privacy--no encrypted data Welcome to Orwell's 1984, Skynet or The Borg Sci-Fi was telling us what would be the reality Emotional responses trigger the system It feeds off of fear and anxiety All the social networking--facebook, etc All that info has been collected Placed into this GEO INT system
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Jade Helm & GEO INT (Courtesy of Caravan To Midnight)
Jade helm "Mastering the human domain" It's all about control Controlling human beings And enslaving us In the one world/new world global government Information collection Pre-crime technology (minority report) System has no empathy or remorse Self organizing, vision capable, expectation capable, recognition capable, situationally aware, emotionally intelligent, goal oriented system.  The system, thinks, plans and executes.   Back in the late 80's MIT students developed AI technology on a distributed network (CGI lamp taught to dance).  It Learned and evolved in 24 hours what would take 1,000 generations to accomplish.  They issued a warning of how dangerous this technology is to humanity. GEOINT --Jade 2 plus more --Communications “smart grid, meter, etc" Will be connected to this system Control the environment “Microchipping” It Surpasses RFID technology RFID chips can be removed Nodes can be removed on a network--unplug printer Human beings used as nodes Eliminate connectivity to global information network Cash removed One world government Domain--Human dynamics, terrain, geography Domestic threat assessment centers Activity based intelligence All aspects of human activity monitored All collected data to be geolocated And tied to a specific node of the network Georeferencing do you will it will you do it it will do you     All three of these phrases Have equal value In this system Which is very dangerous! **Generate answers to questions That haven’t been asked, or never existed in the first place “Ominous” A.I.**--according to the source Gates and Zuckerberg--want to bring technology to third world nations GEOINT--Collect all data--for human terrain map No privacy--no encrypted data Welcome to Orwell's 1984, Skynet or The Borg Sci-Fi was telling us what would be the reality Emotional responses trigger the system It feeds off of fear and anxiety All the social networking--facebook, etc All that info has been collected Placed into this GEO INT system
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Life in Duality and Non-Duality Birth is the first gate. Death is the second gate. Between these two gates lies the path of life travelled by all sentient beings. All are born. All will die. Between death and rebirth lies the unameable state where the next life is chosen, determined by the individual Isnesses stockpile of accumulated Karmas, Good and Bad. All human beings,due to their accumulated Karmas, both Good and Bad, must pass through this unameable state and be reborn into their next life. All beings accumulated Karmas,Good and Bad, are assessed in that state and that assessment determines the next life they are  reborn into. There are NO exceptions to this process ever. Karmas,Good and Bad,are accumulated in each life. Karmas ,Good and Bad,are the result of the morality of each individuals actions. Karma is of three types. Good Karma which ties each individual to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Bad Karma which ties each individual to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Neutral Karma is the only way that each individual to can free themselves from the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Both Good and Bad Karmas tie each and every human being to the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth as a human being. Only Neutral Karma can free each individual from the endless cycle of birth,life ,death and rebirth as a human being. Neutral Karma is only realisable through the practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas. Neutral Karma is the only way to erase both Good and Bad Karmas. The practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas increases the BrainBloodVolume to the level of that of  Foetus in the Womb,which causes the Mind and Conditioned Identity to dissolve,temporarily or permanently. Those individuals,female and male equally, whose practises of the Six Fundamental Yogas cause the Mind and Conditioned Identity to dissolve temporarily or permanently will enter into union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal,temporarily or permanently. Those individual human beings who  pass their lives accumulating Good and Bad Karmas are unable to escape from the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth. For the overwhelming majority of human beings who refuse to generate Neutral Karma,by practising the Six Fundamental Yogas,life can only be lived, in the state of Mind created Duality and  Non-Duality. They are unable to enter into the state of union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal. The permanent feature of such a life lived in either Duality or Non-Duality is the ceaseless deep suffering of being separated from the Isness of the Universe as an equal. For those very few human beings who,through the practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas,have dissolved Mind and Conditioned Identity,permanently,life is lived in union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal. Life is lived in the state of Experiential Knowingness which is called Separate and Merged. They live out their last lives in this realm in union with Isness of the Universe as an equal. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk .
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Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
Two Gates and Karma and the Isness of the Universe
Life in Duality and Non-Duality Birth is the first gate. Death is the second gate. Between these two gates lies the path of life travelled by all sentient beings. All are born. All will die. Between death and rebirth lies the unameable state where the next life is chosen, determined by the individual Isnesses stockpile of accumulated Karmas, Good and Bad. All human beings,due to their accumulated Karmas, both Good and Bad, must pass through this unameable state and be reborn into their next life. All beings accumulated Karmas,Good and Bad, are assessed in that state and that assessment determines the next life they are  reborn into. There are NO exceptions to this process ever. Karmas,Good and Bad,are accumulated in each life. Karmas ,Good and Bad,are the result of the morality of each individuals actions. Karma is of three types. Good Karma which ties each individual to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Bad Karma which ties each individual to the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Neutral Karma is the only way that each individual to can free themselves from the Wheel of Incarnated life,death and rebirth. Both Good and Bad Karmas tie each and every human being to the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth as a human being. Only Neutral Karma can free each individual from the endless cycle of birth,life ,death and rebirth as a human being. Neutral Karma is only realisable through the practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas. Neutral Karma is the only way to erase both Good and Bad Karmas. The practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas increases the BrainBloodVolume to the level of that of  Foetus in the Womb,which causes the Mind and Conditioned Identity to dissolve,temporarily or permanently. Those individuals,female and male equally, whose practises of the Six Fundamental Yogas cause the Mind and Conditioned Identity to dissolve temporarily or permanently will enter into union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal,temporarily or permanently. Those individual human beings who  pass their lives accumulating Good and Bad Karmas are unable to escape from the endless cycle of birth,life,death and rebirth. For the overwhelming majority of human beings who refuse to generate Neutral Karma,by practising the Six Fundamental Yogas,life can only be lived, in the state of Mind created Duality and  Non-Duality. They are unable to enter into the state of union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal. The permanent feature of such a life lived in either Duality or Non-Duality is the ceaseless deep suffering of being separated from the Isness of the Universe as an equal. For those very few human beings who,through the practise of the Six Fundamental Yogas,have dissolved Mind and Conditioned Identity,permanently,life is lived in union with the Isness of the Universe as an equal. Life is lived in the state of Experiential Knowingness which is called Separate and Merged. They live out their last lives in this realm in union with Isness of the Universe as an equal. www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk .
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Waves roll in, pounding surf Speeding along below the grey skies. Spewing **** screaming ******* songs of sadistic “self-control” According to angry-woman, assessment of everything outweighs any enjoyment Waves roll in, pounding surf, Speeding along below the grey skies Red in the distance reflects the ranting repulsive requiem that redefines our ride Learning loses love and lacks life when you demand ludicrous lapses of logic like lectures, Busy-work, bad business that burns the brains of brilliant children. Breath in, breath out. Listen. Don't burn out. Let the waves wash over you Waves roll in, pounding surf. Speeding along below the grey skies. Only human. The sky is clearing, but in this car you become a demon. Only human, beneath grey skies. Waves roll in, pounding surf.
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
Surf In A Grey Car
tempest aroused weather throws a crink in the atmospheric pressure, sun lazy long weekend planned rejuvenation, disrupted, all day rain and wind gusts that whitecap/kneecap the river-fed bay forcing a couch-curling up, a doozey dozy, cozy writable assessment, a tempting answered with positivity close your eyes and all that can be felt is memorized by your forefinger cells, a stroking upward gesture, your stroking. your finger. the children you have brought into this difficult place and a woman’s face as she rests uneasy and needs calming but the memory of your own cheek as a living fired thing being stroked is a gone, because it was not frequent enough, is longer than long past than what matters now   my pointer finger remembers though pointer finger points at my chest stoking, pushing,   what does your artistic heart remember?
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Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
to stroke a cheek, to stoke a heart
Doctors has examine me. Even offer that assessment of what's ailing me? Which I knew before they even touched me. I'm lovesick. Being this way since you first affected me. I can't sleep. I can't eat. I can't do many of things without you involved. Yes, you have affected my heart. They say, otherwise I'm in good condition. I'm not surprised by that announcement. I'm just lovesick. That's all that making me seem so lost. Love does come with a cost. When it concerns the heart
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Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Lovesick
Holding on, With the smallest glimmer of hope, Finding ways to fight, deal or cope, At 1st it seemed impossible But slowly the realisation current issues were topical, Lost friendships, breakdowns , communication errors and lack of self love, One, two at a time or all of the above. Dulling out the problems and hiding away, Some amount of release when decided this way you did not want to stay. Self belief, fresh start,  the one of new beginnings, Learning to handle things before your mind starts spinning, A release, you do not need others glorification to be worthy, Worthy of love, respect, happiness, self security A little motivation goes far, a focus just to start. Look inside, Reflection, a little self assessment, The strength you had before Somewhere inside you this is stored, Make them changed necessary for you, Stop allowing the colour which describes you to be the darkest blue.
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Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
Self reflection
Blessed is the man who does not take offense I'm speaking in the present tense There is no sitting on the fence This poem will now take me hence... An offense will make us stumble Forget the bluster and the bumble Our defense will surely crumble In all things we must be humble When we see another's error Are we really all the fairer? Look Within it will be clearer Are we looking in a mirror? When we see reflection's bust Do we see lines? Perhaps some crust? Being honest is a must! What have we done **that WE can't trust?** True of the bird as well the bee We are all one cloth you see! Self-assessment makes you free! This is true humility. SoulSurvivor (C) 7/23/2016
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Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 12:51 AM UTC
Upon Taking Offense
Apathetically Beautifully Callous Distant Elegy Frees Gradual Hesitation Insecurity Justifiably Killing Love Momentum Nullifying Optimistic Peacefulness Quietly Relinquishing Shared Togetherness Unhappiness Virtually Wills Xeroxing Yourself Zymotically © Christopher Chronister. All rights reserved
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
"Alphabetic Assessment of Separation"
Don’t ask me to pass the assonance assessment Or time my rhyming to make you smile. Alliterative pieces I’m proud to produce After pondering, my pretty person. No I’d rather be free When I write poetree (lol). Must write with meaning, So don’t be demeaning, Even if you are screaming. Existence, God, Love, People – They’re what I write about. Oft without form. Just enjoy. Gorgeous gold glory starts the story That ends with a tune under the moon… Paul Butters © PB 20\9\2015.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 5:29 AM UTC
Assonance Ascending
If you wanted privacy, you might have closed your blinds from time to time. The devil doesn't knock upon entry. He knows where he's wanted. I've heard your conversations-- The bigotry, the loathing. I've ****** up filth through your floorboards. I've tasted your tears, mingled with sweat from sins of the flesh, cascading down your drains. I've stepped through the hillocks of cigarette butts you discard as carelessly as your dreams, a little measure to meld your environment and outlook: the world as an ashcan. I know you better than I'd ever know myself because my assessment of you is not gilded with pride or egotism, not tainted by self-pity. I know that you wanted this, in spite of pained cries to the contrary. I know you really wept for the innocence you lost long before I let myself in your ***** You let the world in-- you offered yourself up with impunity for far too long. You valued your life so little as to put it on display for anyone's appraisal. You were waiting on catastrophe to prove you were worth saving; I was merely the instrument. I took nothing that wasn't proffered by your unlocked door. Your home and your body share sentiments-- I simply took the welcome mat at its word.
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Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Therapist
The moral decline of society seem to be rapidly changing society. Drive by shooting by boys that never learned to fight. Not that fighting solved anything. Youth quick to call anyone a name. Many males in present time with a prison story to tell. Many still living off of bragging about their crime. Politicians , are no better when you notice their crime. Preaching morals beliefs , except robbing citizens blind. Many will offer their assessment to when they think it started. When in truth, we just can't say. We have lived behind blinders for decades. Putting up images before others that didn't mean a thing. We all are not perfect in any type of way. But pretend to be to get our way. Then exposed before others, as a living fraud. That's when we seek sympathy to come our way., The imperfect people accept their faults. Which is evident in us all. Especially those within church. Pretending to be the perfect saint. When in truth they ain't. The moral decline of society hurts us all. And until , we seek to be better. We will continue to fall. Rules and protocol with have their places. If they are followed and abide by. Then just nmaybe we will see a reduction of crime.
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
Moral Decline of Society
Adversity is one of the things we can’t escape in our lives; it is also one of the biggest hurdles that we must overcome for us to become better individuals. However, is this meant to be a negative, cynical assessment of what we must look forward to? The answer to this question is no. There are several effects that adversity can bring to our overall being, it can be either positive or negative depending on how you evaluate them in your perspective. One of the best things about adversity is that it’s a forceful being that tears us away from our comfort zones. It is like a strong wind that brings us to the places that we want to go but with hesitance to do so, it also removes the things we have grown fond of but are holding us back from what we should be, leaving us to be in the best shape that we can ever become instead of just imagining it from afar. Despite the best thing that we can get from adversity, it can also ******* us if we become too stuck in an unfavorable mindset wherein fear and pain comes to play. We think so much of the unknown that we forget that we have to move on, until when we do so, so much time has been wasted. Adversity is like drowning in a river of neutrality; we drift to the currents of the same common thread and forget every bit of unique trait we have upon us, and while we face life like lost ravens drifting through the darkness, searching for traces of non-diminished skies, we find meaning in our lives as we find that small patch of white light at the end of every misery we have conquered.
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 8:41 PM UTC
Adversity
Adversity is one of the things we can’t escape in our lives; it is also one of the biggest hurdles that we must overcome for us to become better individuals. However, is this meant to be a negative, cynical assessment of what we must look forward to? The answer to this question is no. There are several effects that adversity can bring to our overall being, it can be either positive or negative depending on how you evaluate them in your perspective. One of the best things about adversity is that it’s a forceful being that tears us away from our comfort zones. It is like a strong wind that brings us to the places that we want to go but with hesitance to do so, it also removes the things we have grown fond of but are holding us back from what we should be, leaving us to be in the best shape that we can ever become instead of just imagining it from afar. Despite the best thing that we can get from adversity, it can also ******* us if we become too stuck in an unfavorable mindset wherein fear and pain comes to play. We think so much of the unknown that we forget that we have to move on, until when we do so, so much time has been wasted. Adversity is like drowning in a river of neutrality; we drift to the currents of the same common thread and forget every bit of unique trait we have upon us, and while we face life like lost ravens drifting through the darkness, searching for traces of non-diminished skies, we find meaning in our lives as we find that small patch of white light at the end of every misery we have conquered.
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This letter, is to inform you, about a bomb threat that we received this, morning. Name of a Name Unified Consolidated ISD, a State-Recognized School of Somethingness, Where Kids Come First under the theme of All The Kids All The Curriculum All The Time is committed, to the safety and education of all our students and We Are Number One, Go #Thundercatbears!, ‘Cause We are #All-Hashtagged in Unity and Oneness. We also, want to clearly communicate with split infinitives And crazy commas all over the place to parents about safety issues when they get found out arise. This morning, a phone call, was received, by the receptionist at The-Latest-Name-Held-in-Place-with-Velcro-Until-the-Next-Name-Change Elementary School and Essential Spirit Dreams New Dawn Progress Learning and Technology Center of the Future stating a bomb was present, on the campus. After conferring with the Threat Assessment Team, The Standard Response Protocol team, the Chinkypin-Lizard Lick Police Department parked in the handicapped spaces at Tia Jolene’s Goremay Eats ‘n’ Bokays out next to the Interstate, the cheerleader sponsors, Facebook, Twitter, our attorneys, and Superintendent Dr. Hamestus Goodoleboy “Spike” Ponsonby III, the students were rapidly, and efficiently evacuated to a safe area up in the football bleachers where they would be more obvious targets and the school was professionally and thoroughly swept for anything suspicious and untoward. During this time, when no students were in danger, another call was received stating that  gunshots were fired in the school. There were no gunshots, fired in the school and no children were in danger at any time. Currently, we’re are is allowing students, who were never in any danger, to return to school as usual where there was never any danger at any time. We will have extra counselors and therapists available if students or parents needs supports are counsolining in spelling ‘n’ sentence structure. The students were never in any danger at any time. All threats to our school where their was never any danger and students who were never in any danger will be taken seriously immediately and thoroughly and investigated thoroughly and fully except for that call last week that we managed to keep covered up. We wanted to inform you of the correct facts because our correct facts are the only facts so you can discuss them with your child/ren Of any race, *** color, creed, religion, or gender identification or not and emphasize the seriousness of our facts, which are the only facts. If you discover Any facts untoward or out of place please contact us At the district office at *** *** xxxx ext *** or the Chinkypin - Lizard Lick Police Department immediately and thoroughly. No children were in, danger at any time.
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
No Students Were Ever in Danger at Any Time
This letter, is to inform you, about a bomb threat that we received this, morning. Name of a Name Unified Consolidated ISD, a State-Recognized School of Somethingness, Where Kids Come First under the theme of All The Kids All The Curriculum All The Time is committed, to the safety and education of all our students and We Are Number One, Go #Thundercatbears!, ‘Cause We are #All-Hashtagged in Unity and Oneness. We also, want to clearly communicate with split infinitives And crazy commas all over the place to parents about safety issues when they get found out arise. This morning, a phone call, was received, by the receptionist at The-Latest-Name-Held-in-Place-with-Velcro-Until-the-Next-Name-Change Elementary School and Essential Spirit Dreams New Dawn Progress Learning and Technology Center of the Future stating a bomb was present, on the campus. After conferring with the Threat Assessment Team, The Standard Response Protocol team, the Chinkypin-Lizard Lick Police Department parked in the handicapped spaces at Tia Jolene’s Goremay Eats ‘n’ Bokays out next to the Interstate, the cheerleader sponsors, Facebook, Twitter, our attorneys, and Superintendent Dr. Hamestus Goodoleboy “Spike” Ponsonby III, the students were rapidly, and efficiently evacuated to a safe area up in the football bleachers where they would be more obvious targets and the school was professionally and thoroughly swept for anything suspicious and untoward. During this time, when no students were in danger, another call was received stating that  gunshots were fired in the school. There were no gunshots, fired in the school and no children were in danger at any time. Currently, we’re are is allowing students, who were never in any danger, to return to school as usual where there was never any danger at any time. We will have extra counselors and therapists available if students or parents needs supports are counsolining in spelling ‘n’ sentence structure. The students were never in any danger at any time. All threats to our school where their was never any danger and students who were never in any danger will be taken seriously immediately and thoroughly and investigated thoroughly and fully except for that call last week that we managed to keep covered up. We wanted to inform you of the correct facts because our correct facts are the only facts so you can discuss them with your child/ren Of any race, *** color, creed, religion, or gender identification or not and emphasize the seriousness of our facts, which are the only facts. If you discover Any facts untoward or out of place please contact us At the district office at *** *** xxxx ext *** or the Chinkypin - Lizard Lick Police Department immediately and thoroughly. No children were in, danger at any time.
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How **** rough can society get? I know a beautiful girl who takes a blade to her wrist, She’s 105 pounds, and thinks her stomach is fat, Exactly what can make her think that? Hunger pains linger every time she goes to sleep, Because at night, bulimia is telling her “don’t eat!” But that’s fine, right? I mean, models do it too, And everybody wants to look like they do, true? I don’t think so, trying to explain it is useless, This fella thinks model behavior is hella stupid, It really bothers me that people listen to the media, People, need to stop eating what they’re feeding ya’, You don’t need your ribs sticking out to be attractive, And preteen girls don’t need to be sexually active, I’m so done, sitting here, hoping we can turn the page, Call me John Mayer, because I’m waiting on the world to change.
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Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 10:18 PM UTC
Social Assessment
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that purpose Except it was a secret purpose The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose motivates them God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose To what purpose, April, do you return again? Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, I just don’t immediately get it Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death for the right cause Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from the **** The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose, babbling for God to appear I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living seriously Sleep with a purpose Or lose all purpose beyond ****** child *** and food hoarding Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the purpose of poetry The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the plane geometry of snow That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters less Lonely physics, national purpose This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)! We will live with the question What was our purpose? If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to stay here—and we die The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the battle Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my peace in vain And shake the purpose of my soul no more
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May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
Out of Emptiness
Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes Either you had no purpose or the purpose is beyond the end The purpose of sitting is not to be satisfied or satiated Because the timepiece not only serves a purpose, it is adapted to that purpose Except it was a secret purpose The world is a mental activity, a dream of souls, without foundation, purpose, weight or shape People in collective idleness are even more repellent than when purpose motivates them God, glass, my townspeople! For what purpose? His purpose and mine is to catch photons and store them in our bones Lately, as have you, I have thought about our war and its purpose To have a season for every purpose, Ecclesiastes was right about that Names of plants, languages of mammals, purposes of insects, placement of rocks My friend who is counselor to kings and presidents never lacks purpose To what purpose, April, do you return again? Not to say there is no purpose necessarily, I just don’t immediately get it Stately purposes, valor in battle, glorious annals of army and fleet, death for the right cause Use of violence by the local militia for a limited purpose, protect the young from the janjaweed, the crop from the **** The knight, the penitent misses last assessment of life’s purpose, babbling for God to appear I mean your entire purpose should be living, you must take living seriously Sleep with a purpose Or lose all purpose beyond ****** child *** and food hoarding Counting is associated with primitive forms of writing, that is the purpose of poetry The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world’s innumerable wonders Their corners sharp, their lines exact, as if their purpose was to show the plane geometry of snow That’s when everything becomes clear, purpose v. purposelessness matters less Lonely physics, national purpose This then is the purpose of purposelessness (and of eating less)! We will live with the question What was our purpose? If we are not at home in the world, contributing purpose, we lose our desire to stay here—and we die The men who left the machine have started their own business, a new endeavor by which they will keep warm and purposeful You go the way of an unknown soldier, unable to assess the purpose of the battle Let Greece then know my purpose I retain, nor vex with new treaties my peace in vain And shake the purpose of my soul no more
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# *You make yourself easy to be seen..     by someone like me. The only  thing I would think you would  find   as surprising Is why it has taken this  long for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit such as you to finally be seen for exactly who it is that you are Free from assessment or judgement, I would venture so far to say   that the greater  central part of who it is that you are,   is (sadly so)  tremendously lonely. Again, not a judgement  at all, but an assessment of life in general. A lover like me would be perfect, but I am  (as you could guess) spiritually volatile in how deeply I push-- ..Even within the normal  give and take of everyday things. Sometimes  even one well placed  word  can bring one off-center and into  (and towards) an even deeper part  of their own journey. Most gorgeously-luscious Thoroughbreds such as yourself usually  pick less 'challenging' partners in order to have a somewhat more 'stable' home life.. ..But sadly with that also,  develops a relationship where the deeper,    more exctasy-based and driven       parts  of  you    are left with no choice    but to become, dormant.. in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious' within you from slipping into despair --Until one day, what you have been avoiding    (longing for)  most, shows his ******* unorthodoxically-untethered, brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)    and suddenly you become seen. There is absolutely no way with some one like me  that you.. (within all of your Wondreous,    Deep-feeling Glory) would not eventually be seen. I urge you to take  every single part of it all,  in.. (the very thing you were "built" to do).. Even if in doing so, you were almost continually brought right up  to (and so very often, "over")  the edge Gifted fingers, helping the body  find its own form of release, when the pressings of Spirit,  mixed with the deeply-Penetrating View  that Love carries within every single  part   of itself.. ..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..    but instead.. (by the very Deeply-Understanding nature of Love itself)..     both they..  and the  whole   beautiful process of Release..       is deemed, Holy. The physical human body  becomes pushed way too far  within its limited ability to contain,  the Wholly uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings   of Love's true Agenda. Perfection knows that and says       (so do I)..      "How could she not?" Be gracious to yourself, girl. You have wanted to live within the Beautiful Realms,   worthy of your calling.*    Welcome Home ❤ #
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Aug 17, 2023
Aug 17, 2023 at 12:59 PM UTC
The Fine Art of Perfection
# *You make yourself easy to be seen..     by someone like me. The only  thing I would think you would  find   as surprising Is why it has taken this  long for a beautiful Thoroughbred in Spirit such as you to finally be seen for exactly who it is that you are Free from assessment or judgement, I would venture so far to say   that the greater  central part of who it is that you are,   is (sadly so)  tremendously lonely. Again, not a judgement  at all, but an assessment of life in general. A lover like me would be perfect, but I am  (as you could guess) spiritually volatile in how deeply I push-- ..Even within the normal  give and take of everyday things. Sometimes  even one well placed  word  can bring one off-center and into  (and towards) an even deeper part  of their own journey. Most gorgeously-luscious Thoroughbreds such as yourself usually  pick less 'challenging' partners in order to have a somewhat more 'stable' home life.. ..But sadly with that also,  develops a relationship where the deeper,    more exctasy-based and driven       parts  of  you    are left with no choice    but to become, dormant.. in order to protect the 'beautiful-luscious' within you from slipping into despair --Until one day, what you have been avoiding    (longing for)  most, shows his ******* unorthodoxically-untethered, brazen attitude (and perfectly clear eyesight)    and suddenly you become seen. There is absolutely no way with some one like me  that you.. (within all of your Wondreous,    Deep-feeling Glory) would not eventually be seen. I urge you to take  every single part of it all,  in.. (the very thing you were "built" to do).. Even if in doing so, you were almost continually brought right up  to (and so very often, "over")  the edge Gifted fingers, helping the body  find its own form of release, when the pressings of Spirit,  mixed with the deeply-Penetrating View  that Love carries within every single  part   of itself.. ..Those gracious fingers are not 'up to no good'..    but instead.. (by the very Deeply-Understanding nature of Love itself)..     both they..  and the  whole   beautiful process of Release..       is deemed, Holy. The physical human body  becomes pushed way too far  within its limited ability to contain,  the Wholly uncontainable Ectsatic Pulsings   of Love's true Agenda. Perfection knows that and says       (so do I)..      "How could she not?" Be gracious to yourself, girl. You have wanted to live within the Beautiful Realms,   worthy of your calling.*    Welcome Home ❤ #
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Hello Mr.Law nice to meet you I can only assume what you plan to do Fill your palace with another criminal An outweighed sentence and your sympathy minimal Haha! But look at this I've got money this time! The representation of wealth and greed is sublime Prestige on my side and there goes your jurisdiction So, You grant me diversion to heal my minds affliction? Fancy be and fancy sells - I'm content with this fine To be told what I've learned through all the signs A psychiatric assessment to tell me i'm me Mental illness is just humanity can't you see? Thanks for the counselling I've learned oh so much A man is what he is and you have told me as such Individuality is a sickness and needs to be medicated The soul who lacks conformity needs to be domesticated
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
Anything Less Than Perfect
I don't thank you, I never have, I'm six thousand seven hundred and eight eight days old and I've never once'd stop to say thank you, I had a good day today, and I realized ( far too late) that I often have good days, days where the sun shines days where the wind is fine days where I can take my time, and smile yet I've never thanked you, i exist because of some unknown force, or maybe science, or maybe god but Ill never know, and so I've never stopped to say hello, and today I finished a terrifying assessment, and today wasn't that bad so I've stopped to thank you I don't ask for anything in return, all I ask is to help others learn that each day I open my eyes, is a gift from someone who might never materialize, and though you might not hear me, and though you might not exist, thank you strange force, I'm so happy I exist
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Why not?
on the paper newly minted, first time printed causal pausation assessment momentation review, the second inclination, then scrap-heaped, in much bad company filed retained, reserved, preserved, for another go round, another someday you look at your hands, telling them straight, not good enough, is not good enough anymore do try, so try, three lines, four stanzas, elegies and funerals don't become you, go into labor, write labored and birth free flowingly knowing, that all knowing glowing, of a poem child, product of good enough
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Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Three Lines, Four Stanzas
I hope you wore a sweater, in your favorite shade of blue. It gets cold in late November, _(it gets darker faster, too)_ I hope the shoes you wore fit snugly _(even if your socks don't match)_ I hope your last day wasn't ugly, I hope the pain was over fast. I'm sure you felt your sadness deeply, I'm sure you felt your heart ache too. When you took a walk when all were sleeping, in your favorite shade of blue. I wonder what it felt like, to pick the perfect tree. To end your painful heartache, snug shoes on dangling feet. But my most pressing question, that I would ask of you, is where did you lose your earbud? _(you're wearing one, not two)_ They moved you to the metal table, _(the one that tilts down at an angle)_ They cut the sweater off you too, your favorite one in midnight blue. They make their notes: your weight, your height. They check your shoulder width and write: "He will fit a standard casket" _(they carry on with their assessment)_ "Rope indentation - on the neck Eyes and fingers - blue and red Socks mismatching Nike shoes One earbud gone" _(that's all I knew)_ Tell me why'd you take that walk? I know the road ahead looked bare. Tell me how you chose a song. Did you brush your teeth and comb your hair? Did it happen on a school night? _(your file says you were in 12th grade)_ Did you tell your mom you loved her? - with your mind already made. So to the boy with just one earbud, I'm sorry this world felt so wrong. I hope you're in your favorite sweater, and you're listening to your favorite song.
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Dec 10, 2023
Dec 10, 2023 at 8:44 AM UTC
to the boy with one earbud
I hope you wore a sweater, in your favorite shade of blue. It gets cold in late November, _(it gets darker faster, too)_ I hope the shoes you wore fit snugly _(even if your socks don't match)_ I hope your last day wasn't ugly, I hope the pain was over fast. I'm sure you felt your sadness deeply, I'm sure you felt your heart ache too. When you took a walk when all were sleeping, in your favorite shade of blue. I wonder what it felt like, to pick the perfect tree. To end your painful heartache, snug shoes on dangling feet. But my most pressing question, that I would ask of you, is where did you lose your earbud? _(you're wearing one, not two)_ They moved you to the metal table, _(the one that tilts down at an angle)_ They cut the sweater off you too, your favorite one in midnight blue. They make their notes: your weight, your height. They check your shoulder width and write: "He will fit a standard casket" _(they carry on with their assessment)_ "Rope indentation - on the neck Eyes and fingers - blue and red Socks mismatching Nike shoes One earbud gone" _(that's all I knew)_ Tell me why'd you take that walk? I know the road ahead looked bare. Tell me how you chose a song. Did you brush your teeth and comb your hair? Did it happen on a school night? _(your file says you were in 12th grade)_ Did you tell your mom you loved her? - with your mind already made. So to the boy with just one earbud, I'm sorry this world felt so wrong. I hope you're in your favorite sweater, and you're listening to your favorite song.
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FULL TIME DEAN'S HONOR PHI THETA KAPPA SOCIETY PRESIDENT'S HONOR 0944 ENGLISH 103 3.00 C SU 0174 MUSIC 111 3.00 A SU 1682 MATH 115 5.00 B NDA 3041 SPEECH 101 1 3.00 B SU 1619 MATH 125 5.00 B SU 4040 SPANISH 1 5.00 A SU 0271 THEATER 110 3.00 B SU 0845 CAOT 064 1.00 P CS 0939 ENGLISH 211 3.00 A SU 3448 HISTORY 043 3.00 A SU 0941 ENGLISH 102 3.00 A SU 1569 HEALTH 011 3.00 A SU 1696 MATH 112 3.00 B NDA 3450 POL SCI 001 3.00 A SU 3479 PSYCH 001 3.00 A SU 0921 ENGLISH 101 3.00 A SU 1550 GEOLOGY 001 3.00 B SU 1812 PERSDEV 020 3.00 A CS 2920 PHYS SWIMMING 1.00 A SU 4542 GEOLOGY LAB 2.00 A SU 4652 MATH 105 3.00 B NDA Assessment: Completed Orientation: Completed Counseling: Completed Consumnes River College Transcripts Not Included
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
Never Underestimate
You, you asked for my number. I gave it to you. You text me. You say, honey do you fancy a drink? I think and retort. By text in return. I wish you'd go to hell and burn. "Don't you fancy me"? said he. Retorted that, I wanted not a soul. I need my privacy. He said "why don't you fancy me"? Insistently. Do you maybe think I'm thick. Maybe somewhat sick. I said, "I think perhaps you should be dead". Keeping on at me. Trying to tear me to strands and threads. Told him, that I wanted no-one. Henceforth, ensues a psychological assessment. Why don't you like me? Said he. "Grow up" said I. Don't feed me your insecurity. Currently I'm flying free. Had a gentleman, not long ago. Left me feeling pretty sad. I loved him so. But he's not bad. Poor fellow, he just couldn't do it. The guy who did text, he pi**ed me right off. That imbecile calls me out of the blue. Suggests, may be a night-time of crazy *** Reminded me some more of you. What a prat. I need it not. Go get lost and be forgot. The strange being who talks only by text. Pretends he likes me, but wanting *** I think him rather creepy. He's out of luck. I don't give a f**k. Left happy. Self-respect and dignity intact. (c) Livvi
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Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:19 AM UTC
Texting!
If, as they say, the cells of the body are replaced every seven years, then I'm a new being since my sons were newborn. I have died and been reborn neither better nor worse yet remembering feeding them while dancing to Moment's Notice, as they attended with new minds. Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living with the purpose of a cell unbound by minutes or moments as men know them. There are seven deadly sins, seven ways of remembering, seven stages in which to have been or continue being. None of them recur after one's reborn and none are known to us from before we're born. Of the two young people to whom I was born, one has lately died. I do not so much mind. Although I do not, he believed he'd be reborn and who can say what happened to his soul or cells? Perhaps in Christ we continue being, or with some other deity, as the churches claim monotonously,       momentously, demonically and deviously. It seems about as relevant that       seven rhymes with heaven and rhyming's a mnemonic device (for       remembering). But remembering what? To go to the daily discipline to which you were born? I fought seven forest fires, took seven lovers, my sons are seven, and my mind is the sole owner and subsidiary of these memories and       moments. Unless I am to be reborn they disappear with me. Masefield's poem continues to be the most honest and chilling assessment of our souls' and cells' disbursement. I can imagine stem cell research may lead to a cure for dementia, loss of memory about who you are and where you've been. If one's not been born this doesn't matter. But if you're being reborn, in the sense of "he not busy being born is busy being reborn"       (Dylan), then it is best and most correct to consider your last moment of a continuum with moments endless and entirely in your       mind. The mind is made of cells and moments, seven billion of them. Remember to be born and reborn, early and often.
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Born Again
If, as they say, the cells of the body are replaced every seven years, then I'm a new being since my sons were newborn. I have died and been reborn neither better nor worse yet remembering feeding them while dancing to Moment's Notice, as they attended with new minds. Having died, as such, I find I do not mind quiet living with the purpose of a cell unbound by minutes or moments as men know them. There are seven deadly sins, seven ways of remembering, seven stages in which to have been or continue being. None of them recur after one's reborn and none are known to us from before we're born. Of the two young people to whom I was born, one has lately died. I do not so much mind. Although I do not, he believed he'd be reborn and who can say what happened to his soul or cells? Perhaps in Christ we continue being, or with some other deity, as the churches claim monotonously,       momentously, demonically and deviously. It seems about as relevant that       seven rhymes with heaven and rhyming's a mnemonic device (for       remembering). But remembering what? To go to the daily discipline to which you were born? I fought seven forest fires, took seven lovers, my sons are seven, and my mind is the sole owner and subsidiary of these memories and       moments. Unless I am to be reborn they disappear with me. Masefield's poem continues to be the most honest and chilling assessment of our souls' and cells' disbursement. I can imagine stem cell research may lead to a cure for dementia, loss of memory about who you are and where you've been. If one's not been born this doesn't matter. But if you're being reborn, in the sense of "he not busy being born is busy being reborn"       (Dylan), then it is best and most correct to consider your last moment of a continuum with moments endless and entirely in your       mind. The mind is made of cells and moments, seven billion of them. Remember to be born and reborn, early and often.
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My feeling word is adjective. My mood number is one to ten. My goal was met, and now I get To wonder when I'm free again. I guess I'm unimaginative.
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Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 10:01 PM UTC
Assessment