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Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:15 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience.   As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation.  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor.   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.
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Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 12:03 PM UTC
Betting on the Races
White folks: pack your bags and go. Our nut-brown world is quite offended. Make your shame-faced exit NOW, And leave your mansions unattended. Wait—before you pass the doors, It's time to settle ethnic scores. No more ragtime Minstrel Show. Our Moorish Science took it down. Black lives matter. White, less so— Now move your pale face out of town . . . But first, shell out for racial shame Caucasian losers of the game. Cultural pride is ours alone: Kings and Egyptian queens we were. The glories of our race, well-known Bedazzle in a darkened blur (Clear to Africa's descendants— Puzzling to you white dependents). Blackness lent your world its light, Taught the Dutch to tend those flowers. Scandinavia grew bright Under our beneficent powers. Negroes gave your blondes their beauty; Helped those Norsemen shake their ***** The Seven Wonders of the world: We built them all. No vain conjecture Dims our banner, black, unfurled, Above eternal architecture. Arts and knowledge gained from us Are what we threaten to discuss. We invented math and science Which you robbed from Timbuktu. Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance Caused Old Europe to renew. All our treasure that you plundered Testifies: your days are numbered. Classics of our Greeks you stole: Philosophy was never yours. Shame upon your racist soul; For Bach and Mozart both were Moors. Misappropriated treasures call for ruthless hard-line measures. Latino fate falls next—but, where ? Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ? Orientals everywhere: Choose your side and join the fight. Blackness rising! Late the hour; Heed your call to fight the power. Crackers need to check your race— Stop rooting for that ****** clown. Rednecks all up in our face; Racist throwbacks got us down. But as your statues bite the dust Your light goes dark (you know it must). So move on out, oppressor, thief. Long have you held our nation back. In some white galaxy seek relief— But here the light itself is black. Stars are racist. So is the sun. Now let God's great black will be done.
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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Asylum
the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
1. [Linear Z]
the people whose job is to understand the multiverse can't figure this world out rid·dle                      ˈridl/noun: riddle; plural noun:   riddles 1.                                 | a question or statement intentionally           phrased so as to require ingenuity     in ascertaining its answer or meaning,                typically presented as a game; a person, event,   or fact that is difficult   to understand or explain. "the riddle of her death" [puz·zle ˈpəzəl/verb: puzzle; 3rd person present: puzzles; past tense: puzzled; past participle: puzzled; gerund or present participle:                                              puzzling 1.                          cause (someone) to feel confused because              they cannot understand or make sense of something: "one remark he made puzzled me" synonyms: perplex, confuse, bewilder,        bemuse, baffle, mystify, confound;         faze, stump, beat, discombobulate "her decision puzzled me" perplexed, confused, bewildered,        bemused, baffled, mystified, confounded,                              nonplussed, at a loss, at sea;              flummoxed, stumped, fazed, clueless,              discombobulated "a puzzled look on her face" baffling, perplexing, bewildering, confusing, complicated, unclear, mysterious, enigmatic, ambiguous, obscure, abstruse, unfathomable, incomprehensible, impenetrable, cryptic "his explanation was rather puzzling" antonyms: clear think hard about something difficult                    to understand or explain; "she was still puzzling over this problem                      when she reached the office"      | [      ] think hard about, mull over, muse over, ponder, contemplate,                                      meditate on, consider, deliberate on, chew over,                     wonder about "she puzzled over the problem"   solve or understand something by thinking hard; synonyms:                       work out, understand,    comprehend, sort out, reason out, solve, make sense of,    make head(s) or tail(s) of, unravel, decipher; informal:                figure out "she tried to puzzle out what he meant" noun: puzzle; plural noun: puzzles 1. [                 ], [           ] (                 ); a game, toy, or problem designed     to test ingenuity or knowledge; short for jigsaw puzzle                    (see jigsaw) a person or thing that is difficult to understand or explain; an enigma: "the meaning of this poem will always be a paradox" synonyms: enigma, mystery, paradox,        conundrum, poser, riddle, problem, quandary;                      "the poem has always been a puzzle"   late 16th century (as a verb): of unknown origin: synonyms: puzzle, conundrum, brainteaser, problem,       unsolved problem, question, poser, enigma,                        quandary; informal:       stumper "an answer to the riddle"                    verb/archaic verb: riddle; 3rd person present: riddles; past tense: riddled; past participle: riddled;          gerund or present participle: riddling 1.             speak in or pose riddles. "he who knows not how to riddle" solve or explain (a riddle) to (someone). "riddle me this then" Origin Old English rǣdels, rǣdelse ‘opinion, conjecture, riddle’;   related to Dutch raadsel,    German Rätsel,      to read
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Put, Pluck in center forward, Self-starter in half-forward (right) and Doers in half –forward (left); Next, Put Erudite as midfielder Put Warden in back Put Conjecture at last with Scruples as goal keeper Now, Start the game To win the cruise of life.......
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
Setting up for cruise of life
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
Glyph
Before there was anything that mattered everything that would ever be existed , it was the essence of totality , it was without dimensional constriction or necessitated form .  Optimistically speaking time had no relative realism to it’s progression because realistically nothing had happened yet .  As it continued it became according to it’s innate inflections as a functionally integrable form .  The questionably understandable nature of it’s conjunction was an omnipotent directive beyond necessitated action or morphological construction .  The enigmatic consciousness of it’s relatively interrelated conception was spontaneous and yet it continued without elemental omniscience . As the relative complexity of it’s interrelations evolved dimensional consistence was born.  Humanly understandable laws of physical integration governed many facets of it’s conjunction yet the totality of it’s ramification was beyond humanly realistic conjecture .   The organic morphology of biological ontogeny was a conceptually reflective derivative of functional physical mechanics yet it’s diversity exceeded it’s physical complexity , understanding evolved .  Relatively extraneous interpolations of adhesively practical extremity succeeded in a hierarchy of functionally integrable forms . Retrospectively speaking pragmatic practicality is a humanly rational possibility .  Rational logic can conceive of individually totalitarian structural forms , yet the implosive nature of their rational cohesiveness becomes a practical partiality due to the diversity of their definitive impetus . Perhaps the essence of our being is the logical counterpart for the matrix of our subjectively conclusive social fragmentation , or perhaps we are evolutionally incapable of cumulatively rational correlation .  Problematic diversity could be perfectible on an individually infinite level or contrarily perhaps ubiquitous causality is the ultimate survivor .   In any case it is beyond our subjugatively rational cohesive coercion to intercede en masse on our own behalf as an integrated unit. Our conceptual abilities have been thwarted by the unmitigatably individual nature of our extraneous conclusiveness .
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An endearing gesture, the respited conjecture. Fidelity to be measured within the length of our arms, To be faithful to ends in which gratitude is yet yearned. Within the brazen walls of such lasting impressions, The only abstract love is of the confessions. Let the sincerity of words touch your stricken heart, Before this world ends, before affliction starts. Trust these words of wisdom that age cannot exactly tell, Listen to the gallows of before a winter fell. The warmth in your veins mingles with the red of mine, Under the sported remains of a husk of refrain. Be the wind to guide the loose leaves of a summers passed, Be the loving gesture of a lasting lovers grasp.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC
Trust
1128 These are the Nights that Beetles love— From Eminence remote Drives ponderous perpendicular His figure intimate The terror of the Children The merriment of men Depositing his Thunder He hoists abroad again— A Bomb upon the Ceiling Is an improving thing— It keeps the nerves progressive Conjecture flourishing— Too dear the Summer evening Without discreet alarm— Supplied by Entomology With its remaining charm—
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These are the Nights that Beetles love—
1329 Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered— Safer not to know— Miseries of conjecture Are a softer woe Than a Fact of Iron Hardened with I know—
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Whether they have forgotten
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For the grandest affairs That may busy the world as it goes! How little one feels For the waltzes and reels Of our Dance-loving friends at a Ball! How slight one's concern To conjecture or learn What their flounces or hearts may befall. How little one minds If a company dines On the best that the Season affords! How short is one's muse O'er the Sauces and Stews, Or the Guests, be they Beggars or Lords. How little the Bells, Ring they Peels, toll they Knells, Can attract our attention or Ears! The Bride may be married, The Corse may be carried And touch nor our hopes nor our fears. Our own ****** pains Ev'ry faculty chains; We can feel on no subject besides. Tis in health and in ease We the power must seize For our friends and our souls to provide.
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When Stretch'd on One's Bed
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques .  After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .   In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition .  To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions .  I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration .  I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery . Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .   Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid .  Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge of the new world freeway .
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
Persuasion
As I contemplated the project of writing a persuasive essay I discovered that I would have to have a topic upon which to practice my persuasive techniques .  After much cogitation and enumeration of my possibilities , pursued with such zeal that it soon resembled pedantic ostentation , I concluded that the most positive prospect I could pursue in this endeavor would be an attempt to prove irrefutably that I deserve a grade of A in this class ; if not for the undeniable excellence of my effort , then at least for the unadulterated audacity of my pretentious assertion .   In order to perform this feat first I must overwhelm your developing consternation , the frozen mastodon of your auspicious judition .  To accomplish this I will cite my impeccable attendance ; which although not perfect was indeed a valiant effort in the face of public opinion whose abstinence approached epidemic proportions .  I will expound on the effectual and pervasive inspirations of my in class commentary , which sparked many a heated argument or thoughtful conjecture ; and comment on the polished precision of my in class narration .  I will reiterate the diversity and intrigue of my subject matter and the competence of my delivery . Next , with all the dynamic aggression of a wind-up tyrannosaur , I will recapitulate and exemplify my arguments ; until the ramifications of my inductive collusions exceed the boundaries of your psychic phenomenon and you are forced to acquiesce into impunity .   Yes I will indeed proceed to exceed the parameters of your mind , until mesmerized by the multitudes of analogous content you find yourself , disguised as captain corpuscle , floating euphorically down stream in a think box mind gram dingy towards a sea of Colorado cool aid .  Then as if all that were not enough to thoroughly torque your ringer , adamant and tenacious I will portray realms of intellectual austerity so intriguing you will be raised to new heights of enigmatism , and then I will leave you , enraptured with your own anonymity , at the edge of the new world freeway .
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In a different world, A different mind a different body Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction But for now I'll buy in Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture... I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this. Put that part of me back together again Just enough to pass close inspection I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine" Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more I'm torn I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly and I can't for the life of me figure out why In a different time I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine And that would fine But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do I can't help but feel cheated I'm an old soul inside a young mind I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time On a different day In a different way perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay But your future awaits So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates And hope that one day Things will be different
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Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
Different
In a different world, A different mind a different body Perhaps I'd be inclined to try and find the facts behind her fiction But for now I'll buy in Because this is too sweet to be reality and that's not what I need I need a sign from up high before I'll jot my name on the dotted line I don't need to know every little detail that lies behind her eyes So tonight I'll take it slow I'll take it steady We can share a drink and a long and contemplative passing of eyes, sharing of the deep thoughts inside our minds If we find what we see to be of the proper tone, the proper texture Perhaps into the wild blue yonder I'll venture... I'll tell her what goes on inside the deep recesses of my mind And in those dark spots she may decide my conclusions are nothing but pure conjecture If she can find some inner part of her that longs for adventure than maybe I'll tell her I think she's beautiful and she makes me weak in places I wish I was strong to begin with But she makes me think that maybe I can flip this, fix this. Put that part of me back together again Just enough to pass close inspection I'm this strange mix of a anti social quiet type of romantic who can't seem to find the courage he deserves So I'll stick my chin up and tell her "Nothing" and something like, "Everything's fine" Because a mind is a terrible thing to lose and I can't seem to find mine when I look into her eyes She's got every color of the rainbow and at least fifty shades more I'm torn I know that I'm not the best for her, and she deserves that I know that in my head but my heart can't seem to conserve that, steady flutter it means to burst out of my chest and fly and I can't for the life of me figure out why In a different time I could just bring you flower and announce that you could be mine And that would fine But now days we have to dance around the issue because that's the socially correct thing to do I can't help but feel cheated I'm an old soul inside a young mind I feel this way about eighty-five percent of the time On a different day In a different way perhaps I'd say something that could make you stay But your future awaits So I'll surrender the very idea of us to the fates And hope that one day Things will be different
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**A lecherous demeanor burnt the tongue, like cheesy solicitations in antagonistic ruminations of ventured conjecture, churning sputtered calculations, a tactile exercise     in the biting tang  of eviscerating maceration regurgitating bitter sediment, unctuous residue    slid down the throat, the aftertaste remained    long after it was digested**
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
Bitter indigestion
So you think you are a master of techniques of persuasion? You shallow pips-squeak, mediocrity is your mastery the obsequious hoi polloi that surround you are the pitiable averageness of conciliation Sophistry and subterfuge are your game of compromised facts syllogistic  arithmetic conceptualizing  doesn't make anything so your addition is flawed by your bungled bombast of banality and guile fortunately for you, your crowd will never study logic fortunately for you semi-literacy is  de rigueur You pompous swollen grandiose mass of hyperbolic gas Fear is what you offer, lies are what you sell your rhetorical flourish is as the stench of a waste  dump fetid, corpulent, fallow and febrile toxic half-truths, innuendos, ambiguities, conjecture and asinine aspersions comprise your specious fare, fostering rumours,  manipulating facts, you are the purported Biblical brood of vipers so extensively reviled against Your relevancy is attributable to the dull stupidity so profusely prevalent today Your "success" is the stuff of taint and treachery You'll probably choke to death on a stuck piece of poorly masticated  flesh so appropriate  and  befitting the demise of a professional liar
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Rush et al.
I want to be loved for one night, then I shall be content in isolation, comfortable in the lack of weight on the other side of the bed. One night, to be kissed brand-new by foreign lips; a familiar fear as she leaves her dress on the chair, and our inhibitions on the floor. Absence of physical touch, heard words; no tangible proof I exist, or should exist at all. I miss the fatigue. Brief sensation, some energy - our collective heat; the way we sweat beneath the sheets. The way you need to call out to me. I have not heard my name in weeks. I want to be loved for one night, then I can return to pollute these pages with something beyond conjecture, something worth holding on to.
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Human Touch
Subtle signs can be seen in everyday life If you look left and right and listen closely You can see and hear it in how people act When they stare into your eyes as cold as steel You stare straight into their soul When they seem so nervous sitting by you You know something is amiss So listen closely and try to find them Because they buzz all around us And if we can act of conjecture Then we may save ourselves sooner or later
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 3:35 PM UTC
Subtle Signs
286 That after Horror—that ’twas us— That passed the mouldering Pier— Just as the Granite Crumb let go— Our Savior, by a Hair— A second more, had dropped too deep For Fisherman to plumb— The very profile of the Thought Puts Recollection numb— The possibility—to pass Without a Moment’s Bell— Into Conjecture’s presence— Is like a Face of Steel— That suddenly looks into ours With a metallic grin— The Cordiality of Death— Who drills his Welcome in—
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#**Plagiarism and Biomimicry Prevalent In Nature Sustenance Is The Conjecture**#
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Dependence
herein lies common fault - loosely hanging on a speculative conjecture      than exact detail. mind's prison- asylum. you go in to see furtive showcases of the many names walking without faces. you went in without invitation. only or abstract solicitation. there is something that sinks deeper than marrow, blows colder than December winnow, something that burgeons beyond naked sense. inside this lair, conflated you are with bent question marks to their distinct, curved smallnesses. you peek into the window of my eyes and inside this airless vault, we are both heavy with staring at each other dripping and bare-all, yet this rigmarole of eyes contain their visceral silences still. i stripped them all of their voices and they only look at each other with onerous eyes, pondering about their places, answerless and just whirling in capacitous space --
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Kafka
You are my conjecture when the universe ends. I will create geometry, possessiveness and dystopia looking through your eyes. O mystic girl, this time make the world less enigmatic settle down in a small hamlet by the bay cook me fish and rice and I will stay home, always. © Nothing Personal. March 23 2012.
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Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 6:05 PM UTC
At the end of creation (or at its begining)
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked— Whose Windows—Night and Morn— Caught Sunrise first—and Sunset—last— Then—held an Empty Pane— Whose fate—Conjecture knew— No other neighbor—did— And what it was—we never lisped— Because He—never told—
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Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. First of these eight categories is math. From axioms to logic it takes a very exact path. Deals with conjecture and theorems; creating laws about the world. Sometimes this complicated topic makes me want to hurl. Next comes ethics with many complicated questions, Using morals and values to give the proper suggestion. Depends on people's views that differ by culture, Questions from "Theft to save your family?" to "Killing a vulture?" Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Up comes history dealing only with the past; It is only concerned with evidence and the facts. Studies government propaganda to the plight of the peasant. Deals with any kind of knowledge from creation to the present. Fourth on the list are the human sciences, From many loaded questions to our stream of consciousness. Observations to conclusions, free will to determinism, Deals with our knowledge of the world from the atom to reductionist Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Religious knowledge systems deal with people's beliefs; Knowledge of God and the heavens to the world beneath. From polytheism in Athens to life after death, Knowledge coming from religion concerns us to our last breath. The natural sciences, knowledge of the natural world, Explaining how things work like biceps d'ring a curl. Hypothesis, theories and all sorts of paradigms, Knowledge so revolutionary that in the past it was a crime. Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Indigenous knowledge systems, the customs of the tribe, Using folklore and storytelling to spread ancestor's pride. Knowledge or tradition and customs of the ancient nomads, Anything about the indigenous from the good to the bad. Last on the list, the final area of knowledge, Is the arts, all the way from elementary to college. Dealing with aesthetics, forgery, kitsch and catharsis; Without this types of knowledge we'd be stuck in the darkness. Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
Areas of Knowledge Rap?
Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. First of these eight categories is math. From axioms to logic it takes a very exact path. Deals with conjecture and theorems; creating laws about the world. Sometimes this complicated topic makes me want to hurl. Next comes ethics with many complicated questions, Using morals and values to give the proper suggestion. Depends on people's views that differ by culture, Questions from "Theft to save your family?" to "Killing a vulture?" Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Up comes history dealing only with the past; It is only concerned with evidence and the facts. Studies government propaganda to the plight of the peasant. Deals with any kind of knowledge from creation to the present. Fourth on the list are the human sciences, From many loaded questions to our stream of consciousness. Observations to conclusions, free will to determinism, Deals with our knowledge of the world from the atom to reductionist Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Religious knowledge systems deal with people's beliefs; Knowledge of God and the heavens to the world beneath. From polytheism in Athens to life after death, Knowledge coming from religion concerns us to our last breath. The natural sciences, knowledge of the natural world, Explaining how things work like biceps d'ring a curl. Hypothesis, theories and all sorts of paradigms, Knowledge so revolutionary that in the past it was a crime. Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart. Indigenous knowledge systems, the customs of the tribe, Using folklore and storytelling to spread ancestor's pride. Knowledge or tradition and customs of the ancient nomads, Anything about the indigenous from the good to the bad. Last on the list, the final area of knowledge, Is the arts, all the way from elementary to college. Dealing with aesthetics, forgery, kitsch and catharsis; Without this types of knowledge we'd be stuck in the darkness. Areas of knowledge answer: How do we know? Looking for the origins of our knowledge flow. From mathematics to the ethics, History to the arts, These are the ways we tell types of knowledge apart.
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i must be some sort of permanently exhausted pigeon; claws clinging to the telephone wire drearily blinking my way through the morning meeting of the aerial acrobatic society. i am a seagull swarmed amongst the chirpy conjecture of these early birds; and my soul caws an honesty, a wail, a howl, the truth. i am a tainted swan grittily paddling myself through the marsh we call this world, a lone observer of the acrobats, the stickiness of my feet keeping me flightless. and you are a swallow; redbull wings migrate you to warmer climates. you hear the seagulls but listen to the pigeons. you notice the swan but her murky shallows are too icy for your liking. and you are a chicken; blind beyond your own free-range vicinity. you catch the pigeons as jet planes, and the seagull's whisper is alien. you don't know miss swan.
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
beaker
The king and queen cried “Bless us! We cannot conceive!” And “blessed” they were. Their heir, a miracle, a vision of royalties. And so a celebration was in order (as is most pertinent in events such as princess births) to adorn the little lamb with gifts. “Gifts”. Whether the blame lies here or there our princess lamb heir stands the most to suffer in cases such as forgotten friends. Or unforgetful vengeance-- So spite screeched an everlasting “CURSE THEE TO DEATH ON THE ***** OF A SPINDLE!” And with a turn of its heels shock set       in. ...shock sinks in. The well-intentioned sprite attempts to soften the wolf’s blow on our little lamb heir-- Only a nap-- only it would seem such in the conjecture of events. Now no longer is she princess baby heir then does a spindle come alive X winters later! (convenient, one might say--in all the land one’s but burned, temptingly locked away in the curious tower) Insert fainting sounds. Insert crowded gasps. Insert “told you so!” And the sheep follow our little lamb’s sleep. One hundred year sleep. Hair follicles sprout a slimy green, and not-so-royal fungi flourishes-- brash brambles tuck in the herd as if to say “Sleep tight! Don’t let the mites bite!” But not our little lamb. Reassuringly beautiful princess lamb heir keeps like red wine. She is only to be drank up from the right cup-- a proper lamb. Prince Lamb. Whose worries consist of much different things than our lamb heir-- but for another ‘lore. Our Prince Lamb dips, sips, lips on lips and she is awake! Beautiful princess lamb knows exactly what to make of all this? The sheep herd rises, and their “joyous” bleating reverberate and penetrate cold castle walls and break down the thorny cover. And they lived happily (and most originally) ever after-- as sheep tend to do.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Brier-Rose
The king and queen cried “Bless us! We cannot conceive!” And “blessed” they were. Their heir, a miracle, a vision of royalties. And so a celebration was in order (as is most pertinent in events such as princess births) to adorn the little lamb with gifts. “Gifts”. Whether the blame lies here or there our princess lamb heir stands the most to suffer in cases such as forgotten friends. Or unforgetful vengeance-- So spite screeched an everlasting “CURSE THEE TO DEATH ON THE ***** OF A SPINDLE!” And with a turn of its heels shock set       in. ...shock sinks in. The well-intentioned sprite attempts to soften the wolf’s blow on our little lamb heir-- Only a nap-- only it would seem such in the conjecture of events. Now no longer is she princess baby heir then does a spindle come alive X winters later! (convenient, one might say--in all the land one’s but burned, temptingly locked away in the curious tower) Insert fainting sounds. Insert crowded gasps. Insert “told you so!” And the sheep follow our little lamb’s sleep. One hundred year sleep. Hair follicles sprout a slimy green, and not-so-royal fungi flourishes-- brash brambles tuck in the herd as if to say “Sleep tight! Don’t let the mites bite!” But not our little lamb. Reassuringly beautiful princess lamb heir keeps like red wine. She is only to be drank up from the right cup-- a proper lamb. Prince Lamb. Whose worries consist of much different things than our lamb heir-- but for another ‘lore. Our Prince Lamb dips, sips, lips on lips and she is awake! Beautiful princess lamb knows exactly what to make of all this? The sheep herd rises, and their “joyous” bleating reverberate and penetrate cold castle walls and break down the thorny cover. And they lived happily (and most originally) ever after-- as sheep tend to do.
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