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The monitor glows and flickers. Monitors often glow and flicker. There is a flicker and a glow.
Energy radiates outward from the box before me. Flashes tear through space time in little rythmic rivulets. Unseen undulations coursing around and through my being.
My massive collection of molecules. Molecular structures formed tightly. Little shudders of energy struck against each other. Massive beings of energy, evolved together, eclipsing the birthing heavens. Stars of showers spoling the essence of purity. The maturation of all peoples through education of the heart. Words reflected into patterns that are distinguishable through characteristics of the self. Certain enimities cannot be called without.
Humming birds are friendly cute little creatures. Igunanas are as well.
The pattern of feeling to send is hate.
The motherfucking asswiping bitches suck cock and die the fuckers, i hate them, they die before me, i am a god and they should fucking die.
The pattern of feeling to send is love.
Thank you for helping me through my problems. Often it seems as though you're not listening, but I know you're always out there watching me. You reassure me every time I stop to think. I only hope to be able to help you help others.
The pattern is hard to see.
Which, Second, why, screen, green, third, center, swipe slide, side.
An informed discourse is neccessary, she says I have that.
I need focus on thesis and presentation.
My work was shoddy because I thought it wouldn't matter, but now that I see there are rewards for effort, I will definitely attempt to increase my POWER LEVEL!!
The heating vent above my room peeks through the ceiling in some areas. It is squareish and grey, made of some cheap metal alloy. I am convinced there are mice attempint to colonize it.
Usually I am okay with it, but little squeaks echo through the room at awkward intervals.
"Oh Jayme, YES, YES -Squeak"
Explaining that one was hard. "Ah, it's.. the.. bed."
Actually I love mice, they are so cute. Kinda dumb, but cute. Imagine if little mice ran around with swords and started warring on each other like humans do. They'd start mining minerals to make better swords, and those would eventually lead to primitive shields and castles. It is unlikely they would want to build their own castles though, so naturally they would take over all human settlements. Soon we'd see tiny catapults all over the place. People would have to be careful not to make enemies of the different mouse kingdoms. After the catapults the rats would get fed up with it all, and with their superior intellect craft weapons of mass destruction.
Soon the rat council would threaten the mice with extermination, either cease fire or die.
Of course at this point Brian Jacques intervenes with a copyright infringment lawsuit, and both the rats and mice lay down their arms.
Thirty minutes is probably too long of a stretch for me to write about something, as I have other things to do.
So we'll cut it short by saying that I will do my best to remember to do my ten minutes a day.
Energy radiates outward from the box before me. Flashes tear through space time in little rythmic rivulets. Unseen undulations coursing around and through my being.
My massive collection of molecules. Molecular structures formed tightly. Little shudders of energy struck against each other. Massive beings of energy, evolved together, eclipsing the birthing heavens. Stars of showers spoling the essence of purity. The maturation of all peoples through education of the heart. Words reflected into patterns that are distinguishable through characteristics of the self. Certain enimities cannot be called without.
Humming birds are friendly cute little creatures. Igunanas are as well.
The pattern of feeling to send is hate.
The motherfucking asswiping bitches suck cock and die the fuckers, i hate them, they die before me, i am a god and they should fucking die.
The pattern of feeling to send is love.
Thank you for helping me through my problems. Often it seems as though you're not listening, but I know you're always out there watching me. You reassure me every time I stop to think. I only hope to be able to help you help others.
The pattern is hard to see.
Which, Second, why, screen, green, third, center, swipe slide, side.
An informed discourse is neccessary, she says I have that.
I need focus on thesis and presentation.
My work was shoddy because I thought it wouldn't matter, but now that I see there are rewards for effort, I will definitely attempt to increase my POWER LEVEL!!
The heating vent above my room peeks through the ceiling in some areas. It is squareish and grey, made of some cheap metal alloy. I am convinced there are mice attempint to colonize it.
Usually I am okay with it, but little squeaks echo through the room at awkward intervals.
"Oh Jayme, YES, YES -Squeak"
Explaining that one was hard. "Ah, it's.. the.. bed."
Actually I love mice, they are so cute. Kinda dumb, but cute. Imagine if little mice ran around with swords and started warring on each other like humans do. They'd start mining minerals to make better swords, and those would eventually lead to primitive shields and castles. It is unlikely they would want to build their own castles though, so naturally they would take over all human settlements. Soon we'd see tiny catapults all over the place. People would have to be careful not to make enemies of the different mouse kingdoms. After the catapults the rats would get fed up with it all, and with their superior intellect craft weapons of mass destruction.
Soon the rat council would threaten the mice with extermination, either cease fire or die.
Of course at this point Brian Jacques intervenes with a copyright infringment lawsuit, and both the rats and mice lay down their arms.
Thirty minutes is probably too long of a stretch for me to write about something, as I have other things to do.
So we'll cut it short by saying that I will do my best to remember to do my ten minutes a day.