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| Ability of a created or found symbol, completely fabricated, can be inculcated, embedded with an array of meanings and relationships and thoughts and feelings, and become a symbol that will last in time, t, or however long society holds on to praising the icon.
The symbol then, becomes a stamp, its angular sides and vertices are burned into our brains and those tiny calculations form the symbol we have come to love. Much like the symbols of numbers and English letters, different polygons start to hold different emotions. This inculcation of feeling to an inanimate polygon is a direct affect of society and culture, much similar to that of death knights raising the dead.
Symbols are great. They are convenient, they represent a whole set of ideas with only one stylized image. How genius. Symbols have been able to communicate emotions and feelings for ages. A timeless heirloom you can pass down then to your underlings and theirs. The only problem is how do you inculcate the symbol at such a mass rate without exploitation or injustices?
B. The exploration of your obsessions. The carefree pursuit of something your mind has grasped its arms upon. An obsession is also something fabricated. Something in your head, initially planted as a seed, eventually will be fully-grown. This thought, this plant budding inside your mind, M, will become the dominant image parading itself inside the mind.
The duration or length of time for this obsession to subdue itself is still unknown. The duration of the obsession will depend on a plethora of variables. One being the amount of time the obsessed object is circulated through the conscious mind in a day or time period.
I believe that the exploration of your obsessions, if not carried out of hand, can be interesting if seen in an investigative light.
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| Watever that feeling is, I feel it, and I think we all feel it a little bit.
It is that feeling that rises and falls every so often, the inconsistency is killing me. It is like choosing between red and blue, the mind’s liking to choose either side as both decisions weigh equally the same. Someone mentioned it before, but I felt nothing of it.
It is that we are living in California with little to no purpose. It is the calling at the back of your head, yelping at you to make a fresh start, to get out of the clothes you are wearing and start something else. Something fresh you tell yourself. We meddle, in California with little to nothing to do. The cycle is at its best, and getting caught is nothing out of the ordinary.
The cycle of consumption, debt, and taxes. The inward and outward flow of capital seems to keep everyone, happy. A happy life, I hear, is something completely different from a meaningful life. A life of happiness consists of living in the moment and not worrying much about the past or future while living a meaningful life is a life dwelling in the past and obsessing about the future. I don’t think the cash flow life is for me. Well i don’t even know which life is for me but I know money isn’t involved. The search is on, for most of us.
But im not here to take you with me, im here to try to figure these things in my brain out.
Now the dilemma is choosing the regular route in life or choosing the other route. The regular life, i keep telling myself to hate, is the life that everyone else is living. The only thing drawing me to the regular life is that money word we call security and the ability to obtain a stable future for you, your spouse, your dog, and your children.
And your Mercedes.
Obsessing about the future. The future haunts me.
Choosing the other route just sounds so childish. not following the road dug up for you, making your own choices in life. What does the other route consist of? Doubt, inconsistency, excitement?
If im not here on this Earth for money, then what am I here for?
California summers and beaches and taco loco and super pollo and pools all day. That is a content life, for now.
If I am not here in this evil world for the pursuit of money and capital, then what am I doing here? inspiring lives? I have to get working on that then. Spreading love and peace? The questions in life have yet to be answered.
I do hear the calling. We can do great things. Don’t you feel it too? Our circle of friends, we have something extraordinary. We can accomplish things in life that other people seek to try. I really think there is some sort of energy, bounding us together like a little chain of ants, carrying more than we weigh, working night and day.
The autumn leaves are mustering a change within me.
This is not a movie ending, the questions have not yet been answered. But the search continues, and I feel like everyday I am finding more and more clues to life. So the notion now is to not dwell in disparity, but like my friend said dwindle in that yarn of feeling we call hope or faith, and use that strand and multiply it by infinity to reach our goals, aspirations, and the moon.
LEAVE YOUR MONEY WORRIES WITH ME.
RFV.
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| WE OWN 59% OF YOUR BELONGINGS.
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| This is my new poem, the $ poem.
Let the leaves fall in the hay stop_
Don’t say a word when the dabble plummets.
Leave all your $$¢ worries to me,
for I know the true meaning of life.
Life you mean? How can you answer that?
You don’t even know the meaning of it.
And then the twisted aflamed double-edged sword_
Shown its path into what the man sew:
“Let the snow tumble over the fallen
for this California Lifestyle is a battlefield.
If you were to forget your sword and shield
May your heart rest in a place forbidden.”
When the snake drew its fangs_
the flesh quivered in its place.
Unknowing the maskful face_
Full-force the serpent leapt_
Same time the teen wept_
When her mother and father fought
She slept there clenching her fist
Not knowing the serpent’s poison acid.
Her eyes glazed with dollar signs
Then she slept and slept.
For the battle is subdued now_
But the war continues…
California LV Coach Starbucks gentlemen,
Please swing your light-skinned fair (the consumer) ladies
Across your arm filled with vengeance
Your spine thursting for the economy’s blood
A taste of excellence down your throat
A slewing boat slothered through the tunnel-ways
Filled with diamond rings, gold coins, anything shiny
For the chest was so heavy it slithered down slimey
And the monster controlling us chokes in his sleep
And thunders down the mountain he rolled
The monster croaked and smoked
And turned his back on all of us (the consumer).
We are now indebt to your likings forever.
We humble our services and pay you in dollars.
For the beast at night will not sleep until the dollars are paid.
a funny life lesson about death and taxes.
The dollar is meaningless.
Long live the Queen.
God Save the United States.
RFV.
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