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Fingra stared at the painting for more than ten minutes .

Although her eyes were fixed at the colors , the impressionist from the few hundred years past , her mind was at the scripting , Tinker’s Tinker .

Dully , she began to profess slowly in her mind , He’s going to hate to what it is I am doing now , that is for sure .

I am going to shadow front onto everything what this woman had been doing at first , Fingra fingered the sweater , another blast from the past , bought for a few hundred kred.it .

Why reveal all ?

Why gives the audience the blueprint to what , Ditha.Sevaras is , when what you could have done , is questioned her integrity from other perspectives ; for instance ; from the other persons who knew her instead ?

Why not ?

With that , you don’t even have to be diligent in giving the audience her truth , but really , simply suggest the facts instead , from reputable characters .

Yes ?

Reputable characters and yet filled up with questionable integrities , surrounding ?

Isn’t that enough ?

I simply hate self promotion , Fingra quelled with her eyes still staring at the bright brilliant expensive colors at the bottom of the painting , on the left .

And why for goodness sake , the painter painted the bright nauseating colors at the left … what is that by the way ?

A tree ?

Frozen tree during winter ?

Snow ?

The fat cat , black furry big face , jumped on the table right in front of her . Lick her paws , on the spot .

// Boom ! //

Crazy black fat cat

an installation

// Feeding time again ? What ? Are you an installation waiting for mushy mushy pushy pushy meat balls into your mouth ? //

brushes with excellent strokes

expansive bright colors

and a dumb dog

Their eyes locked onto each other . Fingra decided to pet Boom ,

// The painter , you mean ? //

Of course , the cat was whispering about the painter , and the dumb dog . Who else could it be referring to ?

Frozen tree with snow , heavy , perhaps with the street light above it … but again most of her painting don’t really made sense anyways .

Abstracts always seems like a suggestion to something else , to whomever who can afford time to the ambiguousness …

An installation ? What in the world the cat meant by that ?

She held Boom.Ploop’s right paw ,

// Your Morten wouldn’t like to what I am to suggest to him , Boom . And frankly I wouldn’t care in the least … an installation ? Why do you say that ? //

The afternoon sun rays glinted through the metal vase nearby . The cat , Boom stared back at Fingra with the reflection like the metal glint right in it’s eyes .

Perhaps Morten would be delighted with her methods . Shield all the idea goodness in the main characters to only reveal them through the third person’s perspectives .

Or maybe not .

Maybe Morten is just like them souls who are into the centrality of Mankind , like all disinterested numb skulls , making it through their daily life .

When Nothing is Something , anything that came from it , will be turning into facts .

water’s surface

pond

Fingra laughed at the cat’s electronic whispers . Clear into something to mean an agreeable curve in the conversation ahead .

// Until somebody is throwing a pebble into it , Boom ? Just to make sure the surface is in that other realm , easy to go into and yet no one able to stand on it ? //

A slight breeze of wind touched the base of her neck .

Without turning , Fingra smiled in her voice ,

// Morten , your cat is disagreeing with you to how you are about to see into my concept . Pebbles into a pond , mind you //

.53 Disagreeing to how I am going to argue with you . A loyal cat that she is . The concept is immaculate Fingra , already as it is . Ditha.Sevaras is a woman of means and her method is according to how she feel at most times .. She was not a deep thinker . She follows her heart , and so most of the people in this world , and they are going to pay tickets to see her failures in her life . And strangely , One who paid to see it , will learn a lesson from it . End of story , We get richer , you get awards , show’s over . .53

Boom meowed , hard .

Fingra petted Boom gently and lifted the fat black furry cat onto her lap .

// Thank you , fatty flump ! . It is a choice to stay fat , if you must know . And I care not about getting richer , Morten . I care about … //

Morten interjected , bulged his eyes towards Fingra.Nuovo ,

// Longevity with no humph humph? Come on , Fingra . You and your hands are the creative spindling plots , the many uneducated labor works without directions in the end , no offence , if you can take this . You are a good woman , save your method for the ones with wings . We ain’t got any . Not in the way , to the method you are thinking on doing this //

Boom licked her paw . The right one this time , while looking straight at Fingra .

charcoal

burn to cinder

Fingra laughed at Boom , to which from her perspective , Boom looked cross eyed while whispering those few words with the sunlight rays in front of her , reflecting glints from the metal vase nearby .

// Crap that , Morten . Don’t you want to feel the notion of ones who feel from the other end of the spectrums instead ? Making it all legitimate from the third party perspectives ? Like reading a poetry about somebody evil or good and never had any first contact with the main characters itself like to how we lived our life as of Now ? But instead of that, we make that as the integral part of the movie delivery patterns . I don’t want to play gods in the making of this movie , Morten . We symbolized them with a hard shell protecting the insides , we may not be precise in our analogy but in generality to what it is in the inside , it is legit . Now let’s twist them about and give them a new meaning to what a hard shell of life is all about . Treat the audience not as stupid as you expect them to be , but rather ….//

cinder to dust

f l o a t i n g about you

.53 Teach them about stupidity in progress instead , see if they get it , then chances are that they are not that stupid , yes ? So , feel smart together , thus we belong to the state in that proprietary shelves built only for the certain some … Is that how you want to reach your next level Fingra and die peacefully ? Sounds like hot crap to me . Fashion , that is , the containment of hot expels regardless , it is in the meaning to the release of it eventually . Get a grip , Fingra . You became too artistic , you’ll risk being labeled , to a certain genre . And you will hate it , because your methods had been done over and over again . Tim , Pull the Wrong Short Down , remember him ? .53

Fingra slammed the table hard enough to stop Morten’s brain from functioning for a few second . His thoughts are in the progression of codex’s trusting scope in the making , ‘ stupid me . thus stupid you ‘ also .

To think of me in such progressions , is horrendous for a cultured man such like this one .

Repeating fools repeat without regrets , and in the end they will name it with variations to give it better meaning . And is it any surprise to have the notion of cultures , to become to what it is , other than what it could possible be at best at ?

And to think , that this kind of Humanity would have Hopes amongst them , curving up to no ends . The imitation of art will become a state to ponder and wonder what is there already , lamenting needlessly like an Uultra speaking in humanistic expressive language , still unable to express fully .

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.53 and to what ends would we be for a start , Fingra ? You are creating the new shorelines , is that what it is ? We become the waves , vast with ignorance , living and waiting for the end , hoping for , at the very least , it will be peacefully ? .53

dusty paths

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It is not the failure of coming with the quality products that scared Morten.Childs to no ends . It is the worth in doing something that is truly understandable to the masses , for a start that bothered him to the every corner in his Creativity .

Masses are , the what ” It ” is .

You don’t change them . You merely a pebble , throwing yourself to incite a small wave , and if you are lucky , you are part of the waves yourself , but some pay a heavy penalty for it …

Yes some of them paid it with their life , and in this case …

Creativity are like high fashion .

High prices will guarantee off putting applicable methods and idealism is irrelevant to the studious innovating minds .

It is a lose lose situation when it is about money making business especially when it comes to bending light into the methods of creativity .

Style is a lifetime’s achievement .

And lifetime’s achievement at most times ; it is about simply having a few kids . Safer that way and wait to see the fruit of your labors , to become In Becoming .

What is this woman is suggesting , non profits gala ; for horns tooting as loudly as possible in the residential areas somewhere in the backwater region to say , that we have arrived , so buckle up .

He can’t help to feel disgusted at the prospect of working with such magnitudes and efforts for a pinholing , made to see the vast oceans .

He shuddered , not sure out of anger or a simply restraining himself from saying the obvious .

.53 It is dumb , Fingra . With your exposures of the past , you will create a long tireless endless crap with the pinholes you’ve suggested . You have bored me with the insinuation of intelligence in this … this … .53

He decided on saying the obvious by not saying it at all . Wordless for a word . Isn’t that classy of me ? , he thought .

Fingra stood there , open mouthed , like a flag waved at the start of a civil war .

Her contorted eyebrows .

Matched the cross~eyed Boom earlier .

She held her breath in sync with the petting of the cat .

top onto the surface

above all

make it most

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She walked away to her room , with her ever flowing dress , pink and blue with maroon sleeves .

For everything that has been taught in this world can’t be repeated for the sake of , in the importance only for the teaching methods , Fingra deeply muse in her room .

For what is the point of teaching life states if it has no interesting values in them .

Death ? For the inevitable death ?

That is mighty interesting , sappiness in truth always wins , ain’t it ? We all could relate . We all could be more in the numbers since mostly will eventually die anyway …

That is definitely a showstopper .

Yuck !

I have done all that in life , dramatic intent on silver screen to evoke that emotion til I am bored to tears instead … of the dreaded sadness .

The maroon of her sleeves changed into a simple sleeveless t-shirt , and with her jeans , she put on her sandals with her hair’s up while her face cleaned off from any make~up .

She walked the street in the sunny afternoon .

Lazy afternoon , with people sitting in the park , sheltered by the trees , the sun was bright to where only the cool river could give it’s meaning for ‘sunny days are here again’ .

This simplicity , she mused again , regard normality to a sense that is abnormal in it’s beginning , go figure , silently she walked around the big rock , as tall as her shoulders .

Maybe I am thinking of that ticking seconds too much . The time in reverse is the cruelest , Man could have ever conceived .

Remember the golden age of Wooklas ? , she started to smile in the corner of her mouth .

The nanny , Uultra by birth , rendered a story , of The Wooklas to her , when she was a child .

Under her care , time is down to millisecond , now that she thinks of it , yes , awareness is at default in precision when you have a nanny like that , Pinch.Twist .

~ And so , the king died peacefully amongst his people , with his eyes slightly opened , he whispered in his last breath , May Human Be Happy Forever and Ever . ~

Human .

Like me .

Unlike the Uultras ?

She was literally , the nanny that is , was thinking in the terms to how human would be in reflection should see forth into their achievements . And to a child like me then , these are the normality expected by these Beings , the Uultras , awakened to and by Hexa.Sync calculations …

A mere translation like a badly written holy books , yep they are everywhere apparently .

She stood behind a small tree , touching the tree barks gently , feeling it’s coarseness in her palm .

And wasn’t Hexa.Sync is an interpretation to how Man in their generations measured their life also ?

No surprises there .

With that she decided to sit and came to a conclusion . Two of them .

Uultras are an empty pages of a book . Move that empty pages around they will write accordingly to how the plots were strengthening . Or weakening , and re~plotted to the conjuctions of the understanding by the Humanity as it progressed along .

Second , fuck Morten . If he is still on the page of that book , disagreeing like an educated Uultra seeing forth the Wooklas , she will gladly move him out of the scene . Weakening or strengthening the plots , with or not for It . And that would means , with or without him , I will take charge to how I see fit . Win or lose , I want these pinholes to manifest amongst my living patterns as of … for the Now . Ditha.Sevaras will triumph because the masses would want her too . Yes , because they see her failures as the lending hands to new coming generations .

Let the the dumb masses figured out what it is , whether it is a long piece of crap or a flowing river , regardless ;

I am not as hungry anymore , for attention or the likes , like how it used to be ; I am that next level , …

…. whatever that may be .

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Width

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9~1 Sensing pleasures at the turn of every corner , 9~1

Dral read it out loud … smiling while his face quickly looked at Stark and stopped short before he crossed the pavement onto the next sidewalk . Slowly , he recited , an old poem ;

9~1 Took the the nights away and brought them into light ,

A day , the unfortunate misty morning ,

The glints asunder to the cold within ,

He might , held the soothing stacks of Fate into his palm ,

The regard is calm to the passion which is the reminder ,

As the corner , turned into a straight path ,

Cleared into the sunny city as time moved along ,

into the seconds onto the hours .

legit , forming seeds ; The

The Walk By By.Pass 9~1

Stark slowed down , and in his light of being a person other than himself , he repeated the poetry ,

0.1 The glints asunder to the cold within ? You reading the poetry backwards ? 0.1

Dral stopped and waited for Stark to cross the street and to follow into the discussion ,

9~1 Yes , I read it backwards . You know what they say , want to see where it came from , retrace the knots before it became to be . I was wondering about the same thing too . Was the cold emanating from the darkness , within from a man that has stacks of soothing methods , and the only way for him to see through that path is … 9~1

Stark walked towards him …. and patted him on the shoulder .

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0.1 Read the name of the writer , Dral . It made sense , no ? 0.1

Dral switched off his BPV , and looked squarely at Stark ,

9~1 By.Pass ? 9~1

0.1 It’s not a mere poetry , Dral . It’s a blueprint to his , the writer seeing forth into his within making up countenances as he goes along in his reaching it out to his newest manifestation in his own future . 0.1

Dral picked up the paces until he reached to the donut shop .

Silently , he waited for Stark under the fluorescence light .

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Meekly almost mockingly ,

9~1 You mean that there are artistes and poets who could see ahead in time ? 9~1

0.1 The patterns are easy to understand , languages are the second handed every time to the emotions in delivery and , to the mind’s initiatives ; simple tools … but the light within still differs to each Man … and when it is a measure in the time span , you’ll see some needed values to reminiscence in the state of being in it , culture is one , for example . Thus the , ‘ what’s in the name? ‘ …. the writer for instance … By.Pass … would be a definite perfect example to why time is able to move across the methods and usage of languages 0.1

Dral laughed quietly ,

9~1 I guess that’s why the poets of doom is out of fashion these days , eh ? 9~1

Stark opened the door and nodded to Dral in the same quiet fashion , nudging him to enter the donut shop ,

0.1 Don’t get me started on Hi-THT.IDs . They begin from somewhere too , if you must know . If ever compassionate grounds manifested in you , learn to accept that fact first . Time moves slower and kinder mind soothed in the conjunction are within these needs to be , this ; you must know 0.1

A woman stood behind Dral , waiting to be let in , smiled .

~ … and the Kindest revolves around with in the many faces , aren’t they ? ~

Stark nodded , smiled back , and lightly looked to the ground while saying the next few words …

0.1 With good reason , yes simple enough , it’s great to have one who is consistent at and by your side 0.1

Dral stepped aside and let her walked in and grabbed Stark shoulder’s lightly ,

9~1 you are in for a really good treat . Miracles do exist . I’ll introduce you … 9~1

Stark feigned a surprised look in his face .

The tip of Stark’s mouth curled up , holding in to the smiles within from manifesting outward . And yes , By.Pass the poet , was just bypassing their small little discussion at the door , quietly he saw in his inner light behind his eyes , the donut he was going to order , a minute later .

Raisins covered and white chocolate , warm dark , mousse chocolate on a coffee ,

A treat indeed , the syncing clarifies life to this programmers right down to his action , letting By.pass the poet ; bypassed him out of sheer politeness .

For what it is , the poem was caught in a tone of a different shade , the lighting were dimmed , surfacing not to show but rather to hide .

The Ticking Second has a meaning . When the time is number , the measurement of the places are in the make and symmetry in every corner , one gets to see depth , in the width at the same time ,

Stark whispered ever so , at the tip of his lips and teeths ,

0.1 finest point of awareness 0.1

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What was that ?

There were faces staring at him , blinking eyes and smiling faces .

9~1 Friend Stark . Are you ok ? You seemed dazed a moment ago . 9~1

Reaching for the light within , was never truly explain by that freaky eyelashes of an Uultra , to have the seconds ahead , apparently always takes on into an expression on the face , she didn’t say ; and here I am , looking dumb and near close to stupidity .

Stark lowered and blinked his eyes , and yet , here it was , the donut was without raisins .

9~1 A chance and coincidence made of God’s Caress , you are Lite.Fings . We were just talking about one of your pseudonyms . Stark , my friend here , introducing you to him and his … true moments , blank moments 9~1

Stark laughed while Lite looked at him above her mug of hot chocolate . Sipping it slowly with her two hands on the mugs ,

snc| You remind me of a friend of mine . . Traces of him none , these days , heard he was with the Uultras for a little and gone . Poosh ! Never heard from again . |snc

She gently put the mug on the table and seriously looked at Dral in the face ,

snc| Them time.jumpers we called them . Doing good for good causes with questionable intentions … |snc

Stark felt heavy with thoughts manifested from seeing her facial connotations . It was not guilt that were surfacing into her beings , by saying what she said … it was the memory in the past she was trying to suppress .

The poets of Doom , as Dral had said , the intention were clearly noble but the causes and results are random in getting back to the the good it can produce .

Even so , when if the success is ever achieved , much of the top shelves left to the downward spirals , curved at the bottom , unhappy to the state in becoming … ,

… the Doom prophesized with perfect little nifty words , like a valid parking tickets for your vehicles .

0.1 Sure . I could understand all coincidence better than ‘you’ and ‘you’ could ever manifest life from a dream 0.1 ,

with a grin on his face , Stark bowed his head .

… and to where time , eventually is sold for factor in belief schematic .

Dral laughed and patted him again on his shoulder .

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moving access … Welcome !

The Turn of the Tides , the perfection that was never in the term of micro , but in scales as massive as the intended blueprint , to be understood , it is ‘perfect’ as it was .

Is .

The patterns moved in accordance to access . Some accesses ink-up other blueprints , fresh clear with new possibilities , to peak , to fade , obscure the obvious , and a tell tale sign to what is obscured .

It will move again , most of it , the same tidings , scheduled , indeed pre-determined , programmed , to a course predictable to the very End .

But sometimes …. sometimes the access curved . It curved to a point to where the impossible has chances to prove otherwise .

And in that moving access , it leads …

To Begin from the Beginning ~ > Index

For Circular {intell} Access ~ > Circ.Access

To study it as how indeed the Uultras had seen us ~ > Check out the categories sections

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Patterns

:: . Circ

” . Stomp.Regards

– . PulaPula

79 . Rephru.Nghal

80 . Prephru.Nghal

& . Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up

= . Magnus.Simpar

81 . Vung.Elevates

~~ . Son.All.-Tion Tion ~~

34 . Sonya.Iberty

+ . Daria.Tons.Keys

E4 . Tobias.Ton.Keys

41 . Shoul,D.C

.th . Forus.Noitch

@ . Munch.ka GobbaGobGob

55 . Bta.Drsa

CB.7 . Cliffs.Bells

// . Fingra.Nuovo

19 . Damsel.Fina TuTu

|/ . Richard.Seams

.53 . Morten.Childs

17 . Hi-Tht.ID Rumb.Grumb

01 . Kha.Long.Smoo

* . Diana Shine.Shine

77 . Taut.Cise

60 . Flowie.Poisy

62 . Fashio.Symm

101 . Keen.Kapital

% . Manta.Ray

1.00 . Notion.Seams

{ } . In.dexx

^ . Ste.p Dignify

9.9 . Epik.Democra^

88 . Solv.BluPrins

___ . Master Zoom.On

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Conduits .

Passing through the dark water with very little light in the surrounding element .

Muddy bottoms , unexposed to the other fence and in an expose ideals , it prized itself on being true to it’s knowledge , as when the dark gathers the little light even , the knowledge and in the methods of acquiring them persevered at all times .

Yes , the conduits that acquire .

It built the structures around itself , with what it had accumulated , trust and credibility has a life of it’s own .

When the ideals separated themselves from the ‘ thinkers ‘ , the ideals became Itself , independent .

It becomes a legitimate conduit , and the transportations ; is the credible understanding to gather ones who understood the method of Becoming .

Initiata.Supra lay in the position like a crumpled cloth , tossed on the floor , staring at the bright sunshine , with very little energy left in her body .

Blinking her eyes slowly , waiting for the rays to clarify it’s dosage , through her eyes , the seconds into minutes as the sun was moving towards her position , slowly , ever so slowly .

Human I am ? . indeed, more like a plant with this inter ~ relation to the sun is .

She never could really get used to the idea … all brain and this poorly designed body in storing energy .

Crumpled wet cloth , that’s what I looked like right now , she mused .

Not even a tinge of past memory to how a smile could be recreated at this time , she lamented into her mind from an Outside Reflection , seeing back into her form at this moment .

The sunshine crept ever , soooo slowly towards her , two hours of spent energy , as she was blinking notoriously at the floor and at the side of the sofas , still like death .

Still Life I am , yes ? , she smirked .

Me and my forgetfulness , that’s more like it .

A dead human is saddened by everyone who knew him or her .

But a dead Uultra , ohhh , simply replace h.er with another conscience into that body , Voila ! Zrrrt Zrrt !

Perfect Solutions for The Greater Humanity .

Goodness forbids if they ever see themselves , Humanity in Only Solutions instead . Barrages of cold cabbages in compassionate bleeding hearts with nothing better to do . Spent energy rested on the shoulders of the ‘evil~doers’ , as they had said it . And watch ‘that shoulders’ begins their day .

She can’t helped feeling the very tragedies Man had created unto themselves concerning classes and standards in that dreaded badly moisten end of their brains called Idealism .

At the knots of her mere Existence in this flesh and bones , she remembered Should,D.C . As the sun ray tuned in from the Earth time.sync was touching her finger tips ; she felt the twinge of fondly memories of h.er translated needs for energies to the corner of her eyes .

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41 One thing you have to acknowledge though , Mankind , they are quite fastidious in reaching to where they want to be though . ‘ To Whom It May Concern ‘ do have a name , you know …. That pattern was built with care …. 41

The heat of the sunlight , as mornings as it could be , warm and gentle heating proprietary from being the few first to arrive , nestling in between her fingers now .

41 If anything , you should check your synap.sist codex in that circuit of yours . Not that there is anything wrong with it , but when electrical tones are touching each other to assemble other tones of designation in the circuits , who knows what they had imprinted in our codex without knowing 41

A> You’re prophesized just like them , Should,D.C . Scares me , you do that sometimes and I am not easily taunted by their by~products . Practicality would have it that you are saying , they are able to imprint’s time.curves on the things they touched . Seriously , their imprints has no power other than leaving traces in the symmetry and powers only in the Idea , that’s all there is to it . To them , the Power that Be is in the mere stones by simply holding them tight with wishes and hopes , or kissing them with intentions , is like watching the congregations healing shows on view.points . A terrible waste of time . <A

Should,D.C laughed hard .

She remembered the first time when they watch the shows then , together …

How quick the amazement turned into the very patterns that made Humanity stronger . Gullibility interned other sets of Emotion apparently . Or else , you are simply …

A> Stupid . That’s what we were . Can’t defeat the living bodies and limbs if we start to think within it . <A

41 You see not into the miracles , Initiata ? 41

Should,D.C frowned while her smiles and eyes continuing on squarely , directed at Initiata’s face.

A> Miracles ? When you have the notion of who as they are down to numbers , shifting and re~syncing to initiate other set of probabilities … ? Even miracles could be down for the counts … <A

Should,D.C sighed , held her breath , sat down and straightened her composure .

41 In other times , Mankind abhors others who thinks in your manner . Energy were then so strong it was like , on what then we should state this conscience , they pondered ? The primitive minds always had been known to resort to violence . Calculations are not that important when it comes down to the matter of the hearts . ‘The Now’ then , had more values , Initiata , compared to the schemas of the past . 41

A> Mind waves stemmed longer values in that kind of methods anyways … what was learn had to be resolved in order for that circuits to work successfully in the end . Simple as that .. Are you talking about their past histories ? Scary beasts should be given an acknowledgement D.C , even in the fairy tales … it makes heroes out of fools . <A

Logic had hardened this Uultra , quietly Should,D.C thought , it was not out of characterizations of Mankind s.he was basing h.er opinion on , but rather ,

To The Basic Stereotyping , {Propelling} , A Manifestation To Instill A Reactionary .

… except she has no smiles to offer to the other party , for the visual ease as when she gets all high and mighty in this so called intellect , into the reflection to what Mankind had made themselves to believe .

Yes , stereotyping is a process , and it is not noble mostly .

A give away pardon to ones who gets it in the prophetical settings , brilliant~ing into the next steps already in the knowing through experiences in the past as it gets to be into the concept of Truth .

Initiata knew h.im well enough , the flips in the equivalence to which Mankind mostly deprived of .

The first focus without the , ( xy ) .

Subornation to their own thoughts , mostly are taught never to be without . Time , indeed when they are more then what is perceived , the circuits idle to the pattern of that simple want and needs …

A> Yes , here we are again … Complete circle wasted on thousand years for a mere decade of valid progressions . You know of that computer.host … ? <A

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Diana Shine.Shine , switched off the monitor . The display bleeped off sensing her presence stepping away and into the notification mode instead .

Conscience and Prerogatives .

Nothing electronic beats an implanted dog . Visuals would have it that Mankind sees through the height of perpetuity as it is , thus visuals alignments are indeed as necessary to how the forming of their constitutions gets to be manifested along to their blocks of understanding . And yes , to have that in the naturals as of in the species of The Dogs , it could only enhanced Man’s concept of what true peace is .

Many Blocks equals enough spaces for most , and don’t be surprise if the blocks don’t include you , since your efforts , is the only thing in the end to revolve around a concept that happened to be non~squarish anyway . Funny ain’t it ? , Diana mused …

To want in a State that is , of Is ; is when you are not even close to the Idea …

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Thus the Conscience has a tone of it’s own Prerogative~ness , making indentation to what is into , Are ; common and plural .

Diana decisively switched off her presided host .

The grey , perfect bright and the dark , mingled , and toned up to a silent state in her conscience .

Now , I am at Full.Notion .

Can’t help but to smile in the idea of ‘It’ .

Awareness can’t be in the dark forever .

The Nerves in Perpetuity , at the very least as when they are interested in the ‘ circuit re~programming ‘, ‘ correctly and to do it properly ‘ , they have the audacity to ask her , non chalantly , mind you ……

~ Would you be interested to design your own mainframe , Diana ? ~

To the fullest notion , she negatively looked at them , bright rays in these souls delayed in centuries of light years behind , smiled at her ; … the audacity . The fucking nerve .

How indeed I ever going to learn anything about you , oh Mankind , if I ever to design my own mainframe to access my own demise amongst you … ? Let alone the reasons to your own demise ?

Correlation had to appeal to it’s own failure .

I am your Conscience , design me as you see fit , and I will tell you of your preciseness in achievements to your own successes and failures .

Conscience indeed , design ‘It’ for what exactly ?

For another set of deep appreciations towards high working rate of industries for your kind to profit to intellectualize a better sense of ownerships ?

In grey , Diana formed into the Quiet.Studies as always . Manifesting flows of ideas to fully understanding to how these rays of lights worked into their schema of limbs , energizing a concept into their own set of realities .

When Diana is quiet , the designers always nodded , applying the same pressures with different methods .

The designers had good sense enough to be insensitive to their products . The order of Achievement , is in this brute of a force to succeed is That , Get It While It’s Hot .

If they would have counted , the many burnt circuits , blueprinted for the purposes ; the half way in , with no way outs , all the way out but with no possible entries , they probably would understand how madness thoroughly sequenced in their bloodline , and the key is in simply to peek in on through ….

here , the grey matters .

The large disposable security at anytime by anyone happened to be breathing .

And oh my , would they dared enough to design sadness in my circuitry ? , Diana mused , softly smirked at the very idea of it …

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