Click, thought, essance, ideas
So,
Clicking... . I find it very interesting. . ., it just clicks and your not quite sure how it did or exactly why, not that that is absolutely necessary to know these things immidiately when it happens... there is something good, satisfying, enjoyable, and makes me happy with this click,. . . .click. . .CLICK, click, click. . .hehehe. . .its an interesting word, . . .and looks funny when it is written. . . yet it is a good word. . .
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For my amusement and yours. . . .
. . . We meet on the sidewalk of a mildly lit city street, there is a street lamp maybe every half a block to a block, but not any more frequent than that. It is around three or four o'clock in the morning, neither of us are sure, nor does it really matter to us. I stand here infront of you dressed nicely in all black; black suit of a cloth that seems to absorb all nearby light, black dress shirt of a plain design (as plain as a dress shirt can be at least), with an amazing black silk neck tie that seems to absorb all light, yet translates the light into something else, an energy, or an essence, and reflects it. Over all this is a very respectable and elegant black cape, similar to a cloak of the early 20th century, with a large very simple collar, which hangs off my shoulders, and drapes over me as if the cloth itself were relaxed, and enjoyed flowing in the breeze around me. On my head rests a black top hat, of which an earlier era would find more fitting. I smile at you, dear reader. I reach up to the brim of my hat. I bring it down to my chest, and I slip my other arm behind me as I bow deeply to you. . . .
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. . . .Sometimes one gets a feeling as if they are in touch with something that is there's and there's alone, a part of them, there own essence, and this may come at any time, anyplace, and this may be enjoyable or it may not be, but it is looking at yourself, and seeing a truth, or the truth, and quite often when this happens it looks back at you, and all we need to do is accept it for what it is.. . .
. . . . and I bid you a good day. . . .
-Lord of Der
Clicking... . I find it very interesting. . ., it just clicks and your not quite sure how it did or exactly why, not that that is absolutely necessary to know these things immidiately when it happens... there is something good, satisfying, enjoyable, and makes me happy with this click,. . . .click. . .CLICK, click, click. . .hehehe. . .its an interesting word, . . .and looks funny when it is written. . . yet it is a good word. . .
. . . .
For my amusement and yours. . . .
. . . We meet on the sidewalk of a mildly lit city street, there is a street lamp maybe every half a block to a block, but not any more frequent than that. It is around three or four o'clock in the morning, neither of us are sure, nor does it really matter to us. I stand here infront of you dressed nicely in all black; black suit of a cloth that seems to absorb all nearby light, black dress shirt of a plain design (as plain as a dress shirt can be at least), with an amazing black silk neck tie that seems to absorb all light, yet translates the light into something else, an energy, or an essence, and reflects it. Over all this is a very respectable and elegant black cape, similar to a cloak of the early 20th century, with a large very simple collar, which hangs off my shoulders, and drapes over me as if the cloth itself were relaxed, and enjoyed flowing in the breeze around me. On my head rests a black top hat, of which an earlier era would find more fitting. I smile at you, dear reader. I reach up to the brim of my hat. I bring it down to my chest, and I slip my other arm behind me as I bow deeply to you. . . .
. . .. . .
. . . .Sometimes one gets a feeling as if they are in touch with something that is there's and there's alone, a part of them, there own essence, and this may come at any time, anyplace, and this may be enjoyable or it may not be, but it is looking at yourself, and seeing a truth, or the truth, and quite often when this happens it looks back at you, and all we need to do is accept it for what it is.. . .
. . . . and I bid you a good day. . . .
-Lord of Der