Attention

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Morten walked slowly at the top level where his Vechi.Home parked for next few coming month .

The open air , and the sunlight reaching into the area to where he was , was astounding . Stood there and stared for a little while admiring the half glass partitions that separated the floors and the outside world .

He decided to walk closer to the edge , trust in the designs never failed to amaze him .

He put his hands on the ledge and looked towards the cityscape . Two hundred storeys high , divided into fifty levels for Blu.Nooners to fit in the many forms of Vechi.Homes around the world .

The wind was gentle . The caressing little puffs , and the sun too , was minding at the same frequency . The little garden designed nearby and the three trees loomed ahead , to his right , clear patches of deep maroon , desert roses at the corner ledge . The little garden with water , small river feeding , with it’s ecosystem hanging on dearly for it’s sustenance .

Fifty seven years and with maintenances such as this , it seemed like the building has a life on it’s own …. he leaned a little further out to his left , the mini water fall from his level , to the thirty second floor ; breathtaking … Morten thought . No wonder they only leased out a maximum three month for each year , to any party interested , vacancy is a necessity … instant gratification had to be re~programmed to suit the need to that very probability .

How in the world she managed to drag him into this beautiful chaotic hopes and expectations ?

He walked to the seats provided in the garden .

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Made of old woods , unvarnished for the ultimate aged effect and touched the wooden long chair lightly , across to feel for splinters .

Not with this organization , he noted how it was shaved and lightly layered with certain chemicals , making sure the wood stayed in place .

He sat , lightly sighed and thought of Fingra.Nuovo .

Chaotic Seeding , from the mind a poet , layering plateaus about her dignified stances , the quiet acceptance with the sharpest glinting knives , in her safe keeping , while giving herself away , the toning of the truest romantics , to death , ever so willingly .

Is this what being old is all about ?

Safe keeping , and the process easing into another phase , glinting minds , sharp edges with experiences however not to get cut in the knowing of the double edged swords , stance~ing , poised in the elegance of , to what is Must .

The seeding was chaotic in the poem but the layering in the plateaus to how Ditha.Sevaras had method it in , was clear as bells .

She left many rooms for possibilities . But the symbolism is a true cause independently to mind who seeks into it , and ….

The jumping souls off the cliff are not so strange in this realms .

Freedom in that space of five second , and forever be …… ,

Done with , Morten mused .

Is this her sharp~egdes glinting stances ?

Is she getting to a point soon where she is , done and over with … ? The deep end is surfacing to greet her instead of the other way around … ?

A point where her timing would be immaculate , reasoning to where even failures can’t even touched her . And success is simply a mere word crossing boundaries injecting glazes to initiate a memory to what it is , only ?

And she did make valid points last night , with more silent afterthoughts than having to fight it out with him last night .

// Ditha.Sevaras is the seamer , not the character in this poem , Morten . She was ‘ I ‘~ing after the facts , to how that woman sees her life … that second phrase is the part where she was weaving up her conclusion with a question ;

~ Not you shall be awakened but is it I who shall have to close my eyes , to see ? ~

She meant that as the purging needs to balance the need in her , about humanity in that character’s life to be with , alike everybody else , seeing the see while having you not awakened to her eyes closing . //

.53 That question mark could also mean her utmost cynical take on to what is happening .

~ The burdens lightened your worries , and as I surrendered all clarity , abandon the passing naivety , to be at your mercy , you shifted and merely leave with your traces to be ~

And that was just before , as you know it , the phrase you read earlier … the burdens obviously made the being lighter , thus by cutting off her vision to function in the real world , she gets to be how the other party , leaving traces , maybe perhaps forgiveness without having to be in the scene …. She or the being with closed eyes gets to imagine how it is to be the other , while still staying alive without having to lose what she had given away in her keeping to love .53

Fingra sat still stirring the spoon gently in the tea cup without a single sound , looking glazed with her mind soft tendril~ing around him and
around the phrases of the poem .

// You’re taking that ‘ I am going to be lost in the jungle ‘ route . Damsel in distress who can’t kill the rabbit in the forest for food because she used to have them as pets . //

Morten widened his eyes in disbelief .

.53 You don’t care for empathy, Fingra , that’s fine , but if you take the whole poem in your ‘meaning’ , this would be , the rabbits literally run fast to crack their head to the bark of the trees for her sustenance . Dark , tongue in cheek with no aftertaste , Fingra … what is the point ? … when you have nothing but cruelty and cynicism perfected by the heavens ? .53

Fingra slammed the spoon hard on the table , smiled ,

// Your scene Morten , when it is a purple , you simply would have to turn it legit into a swollen , tinged up red yellow puss , just a tiny pinch before it explode . Perfected cynicism I would understand it , Morten but heavens in the name of cruelty is dark comedy . I am not looking for that kind of hole to fuck with //

Morten.Childs laughed with a small slice of ginger in his hand , put it in his cup and poured the tea in .

.53 Tell me why , again Fingra … why her aand why this particular poem again ? .53

He stood up a little to bend , and picked up the slammed spoon which had moved to the side of the table ,

.53 … or perhaps , you could go on about what and how do you see yourself in it , as the actress ? Living your life , dictated by love , hating that fact and joyful to be at the very least you’re in the spunk of it all ? Ummm ? .53

With the spoon , he stirred the tea , not a single clinking sound and gently put the spoon back on the table .

Fingra held her gazed down finally , and blew into the cup before she sipped the ‘Asian Family , The Get Together’ .

… with an odd symbol on the Asian father’s forehead ,

// Morten , the notion of romanticism is so … gift wrapped to the maximum in these days and age , notice how the wrapping gets to be more interesting than what’s inside ? The what’s inside is what you expected to want …. and wanting is so …. expected . You know what I am talking about … ? //

Morten took a scone , and broke it into two , with his forefinger and his thumb , he felt the texture of the insides .

.53 you are reinventing , Fingra . The gift wrappings is an art to itself . It represent the expectations … also that serene and quiet wants of the just before . Why are you breaking that apart fo? .53

// I am seeing into the makes of our memory and intellectual grounds …. how then it is to have a romantic feelings and yet so oblivious to what really matters ? //

He took a bite of the half scone , taking his time and looked at Fingra with another half of the scone in his other hand .

.53 So you don’t want gift wrapped presentation in our movie making …. take that away for now …..Now what really truly matters , Fingra ? What are we so oblivious about it so much that we can’t see through

~ much about is the waiting , much to do with the seeing and as the sad , sits … you’re joyfully aware that you truly exist … and I … existed ~ ?

The last line , of Tinker’s Tinker … to where it could be anything , from … the mind of a carpenter … right to a simple loving of a pet … and you are concerned why she was using past tense , in her existing , the last word in the poem ? .53

// Renewal , it could very well meant that …. the cliff represent nothing more than freedom of life , that’s how I see it . She has a choice . To see life from that angle //

.53 Funny you are , Fingra . Your paradox in your making , is like a little child still asking for more attention …. when you already are the only child . .53

….. he paused for effect , letting what he had said , sinked in , and clearly noted her expression ; eyebrow on the left raised ,

.53 here’s the running river streams with your hand slightly just under the surface , the flows are indeed slower , like a mind it is more lucid that what it’s portraying , Fingra … think what you want , but the cycle equates to the depth , and with that said , the depth is that Might to which collective.ion is working up on …. your depth , Fingra , in the idea of the main character sees to where she is , by the side of the cliff , is that child getting that more and more attention , as you would have hoped …. Here’s the bucket with full of water , kick it enough if you have to , but leave some for drinking later …. energy put on , gains in different proportions , Fingra , especially when we’re talking about the concept in the task of making idealism to how we see Tinker’s Tinker .53

He took the spoon in the middle of the table and kept it to his side ,

.53 Silverware , sweetheart … scratches and nicks , sentimental values and you , Fingra … don’t bent it …. whatever it is … .53

Fingra covered her face with her two hands , can’t decide either to laugh or cry …. This man was a fool , that sees thoroughly , and money and experiences getting it made him a genius , and here I am , seeing thoroughly foolish countenance , paying the genius to make a fool out of me , Fingra laughed … decidedly ,

// Sentimental values …. Morten son of Childs … have you ever heard of people that kept the gift wrappers around …. that were given to them in the past ? //

She stood up , and decided to cry after all , and slowly walked to her room .

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The garden was quiet indeed , only with the running mini~rivers ; it made splashes sound amongst the ferns planted along side it , Morten looked at the slow moving shadow , probably an eagle flying nearby .

Landed right on the glass partition , took notice at him , decided to ignore him .

Vulture . Proud and out of place , Morten thought .

Is that how I get to be in her presence , pointing out the obvious to what she already knew , facts strengthened only to use fictions as shock tactics , because she needed it most … she needed to see the depth , deeper … and the deepest to stare at her finally , with nothing to say , perhaps ?

The truest equalization in silence , is in the flats as good as in the sea level ?

Floods ? Surely hope not .

Expecting the seek the depth without the symmetry ?

Labyrinths with a few possible endings are not in her interests . She was the actress that is possible moving the picturesque into a full indentation of colours and symmetry in Man’s mind , to question none with full acceptance to where ever her lead character is going ….

…. and now she wanted more . She wanted the pain to be cutting her innards , and yet she wanted her emotions to stay in the realm of her comfort zone , ….

She wanted …

… her innocence back ?

The vulture stayed with it’s feet still fast gripped the metal bar and made a screeching sound .

Morten turned around and looked behind him , that’s really nice , Morten smirked , only me and the odd acting vulture , thinking along how the world changed it’s forms … and here I am ! , Morten mused …

Picking the dead meat off the ideas so the living can continuing on … vulturing the cultures ?

… and the only way to see her through that … her lost of innocence getting it well understood , would be ….

…. him being her nemesis , leading her , the vultures of life , show it to her how indeed the progressing , the turn of loving moving on without of trace of care what was done wrong to you , as the righteousness on your part had to take a stand in producing results , and in this case , Tinker’s Tinker .

Love to her , is that raw flesh natural beckoning for attention as it is . To which Morten was never aware this is how truly she was , is , before .

Stay with her , see the pointing fingers of Fingra.Nuovo , watch how she’ll saddle equality notching up just like the rest of the world , without a care for lost innocence but at the very least , the corpses of ideas are well picked on and eaten right for the next few days to come .

He breathed in , gulped literally the fresh morning , turning afternoon air , and walked to his Vechi.Home nearby .

Well , girl … you and I … I would have made it for less money , but the fool always sees to it , thoroughness in the start up of any beginnings , at the very least ; emulating geniuses around the world , for longer period time that maybe , but for the experiences we are going to go through together … I wouldn’t miss it for the world , Morten laughed as the sun directly shone on his face as he entered his home .

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Magnus drank his cup of tea , with the sweetness still lingered from the round crystal earlier in his mouth .

Look at her eyes .

What ?

She’s about to confide . 

Confiding ? To me ?

Yes . In you .

Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up smiled , chewed the tea leaf , and gently removed it from her mouth and put it back into the cup .

& Horrendous , ain’t it ? Hey , it’s my last night … and the tea leaf was dissolving in my mouth , like the death warrant for that kind of understanding with my mouth … all the time , huh ? &

Watch her hands , only for now . Do avert your eyes away from her face at all times .

Magnus smiled and finished the tea to the last drop . 

Gently place the tea cup on the little saucer , she continue to speak as Magnus looked up to her .

& You know when you are good at something and there’s nothing you can do to help the situation at hand  … ? And then you see a loophole , beckoning , completed in the area of your expertise and your alter egos sunning in the sun , simple without trouble and managed to keep your identity intact , in secret ? And you cannot do anything since the source energy had to be coming from the very person that is going through life as he sees it ? Not easy , you know … &

Magnus kept his eyes at her youthful hands , fingers brimming with pinkish underside . 

& You’ve been in the similar situation , Magnus … you know how it is … &

= Playing a need to a part that’s in need ? No I don’t know how it is ,Mrs Vollum .. But I could imagine … =

This Savant is fortunately a do – gooder . He could relate , puts his heart on the lifelines , and still keeping his timid , expressionless symmetry on his face , untouched to the brimming decay of life . 

Is he a friend to himself ? , she wondered .

The type who ponders , pointing out the obvious to get a second opinion on matters , not including himself in the process ? Could he be that good ? 

Was the expressionless face , is the very emotion he felt side winding to how he is thinking in his head  ? Untouchedand yet kind, because of his familiarity to the knowledge of Man ?

He must be alone , lonely to the fact ; igniting life wheels to get to where it’s at , indeed . 

& I loved this man , Magnus , head over heels for him … nothing I wouldn’t do …. &

She was rubbing her wrist , note the worries on her face over incidents of decades ago .

Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up stood up carried the tea jar back onto the shelf . 

= You’re not satisfied about certain things concerning this man ? =

Is this where he would want to go first ? , Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up quietly mused . Always back to The Cause ; if you talk about it , then you have the start of the page . And that page is to the very concern to how I see myself in the situation , hmmm with this savant pointing out the obvious … I could be anything other than to what I could want to be instead ; the past are formed constitutions of me … and the wonder ponders , a process such as the impending death are with justifications ? 

Wonder if he is practically circuited not to The Cause and Reasons , but to the very root in the symmetrical presentation ? She heard about some Uultra who were very definitive to this kind of thinking . The shifting patterns with probabilities to incite destiny . A better one , usually .

Codex.Intraxx was the talk of the town then , about this  , either induction as grand daddy of the of dark ages , back again , or leave the studies away off touching the pages that bind community to scientific facts . Letting the masses on it’s own , and they were quick to see how we were indeed curved to a flaw , protecting our own inner fears . Curving independently in the end , the worse kind .

& Were you raised by the Uultras , Magnus ? &

It’s like watching a code deciphering . He quickly stared to the ground , moved his feet , shuffling it about so that existing in the time of now , to the understanding of her question would be made clearer somehow .

= Yes I was . I was brought up around them most in my childhood years . =

The Savant offered , ever so subtly in it’s own package , cooked in it’s own juice meat .  And that quintessential lilt of suggestiveness , without his face to back it up . The eyes roamed the ground , beckoning a full stop to a story line with endless pathways . 

This man was loved unconditionally , he never had to worry  to where he will be stressing his point for his existentialisms as he grew up . Uultras are unlike Man’s expectation . Disappointments , are not , indeed , in their make of vocabulary . 

Well trusted men who worked in intraxxs’ structures and foundations , not necessarily having to be wealthy , usually would have their young ones raised up in their environment , The Uultras . Here’s the paradox , the trusting pattern was merely at the stakes to indeed how we are , not on their counterparts in their make believes , since the Uultras are without equalled to the schemata that the men who were they themselves knew to be .

Simple adjustment , if you think about the Uultras in their foils as they were , which  is quite different to how we are evolving to the notion in what humanity was working itself onto . 

= You loved this man , as of … too much ? =

Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up moved in her mind , ahead forwarding a tally to reach into what she had to express , precisely . 

& The key Magnus … there were too much of unrest in Zone Five at the time … &

= and you , simply averted the access of this information to Hexa.Sync ? =

& Hexa.Sync is too human . Calculating human , with precise maneuvering into the human psychi . Imagine that , all that and it’s not human . I distrust it when it comes to hope for the coming future . The numbers simply reflect the truth , and the truth , strangely is not crucial to whom we can be , Magnus … Truth destroys more than it helps the masses  &

= So you wanted the implications to works it’s way through  peeking from it’s inside crunching the numbers , and let Zone Five works it’s wonders , you hoped ? =

& The key did not change anything , it’s simply an acquired simple access in the “not to” . &

Magnus , smiling at the corner of his mouth , 

= Distrusting in hoping for the best ? To put Zone Five back on the map . You aware the Hexa.Sync’s conscience is thorough , didn’t you ? =

& Yes , but the thoroughness , like the truth ; is the very weakness I was not hoping for , to shape and mold the Vicinity  , at that time . They were not ready for it &

They were silent for some time . Avoiding each other’s eyes , restless fingers reaching for another corner in their minds .

= You’re thinking about prophecies , in depth . . . =

 

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Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up sighed , trembled at the mention of the word and held herself .

& Pointing out  the obvious . Hexa Sync is notorious for that . It knows the dramatic intents down to the regions like a personality advertisement looking for a lifetime’s match . The prophecy , machining humanity to the leaves of the doughs , feeding our children so to speak  &

She cried , her hands trembled , her mouth tried to speak further … ,

Magnus walked to her and held her hands for sometime .

 
The rain , prospering in the lonely minds , unable to walk anywhere , only under the shelter of the roofs , the few minutes with ones who happened to be there . This woman is the kind of soul who would remember the faces with her … protected under that same roof in that rainy afternoon .

Magnus smiled knowingly , the very thoughts of safe and security in the human mind  is also where the suspicion lurks , like electrodes needing the right coupling .

The prophesizing ? 

The story seamed well enough for Magnus to clear adjunct it  . When expectation is dehumanized already in the quiet affliction in anyone’s mind , made irrelevance further by the methods of the Uultras , you do get that edge , looking down on things , as how it comes .

Human … so human .

The Savant this , the savant that . That was how a Human sees him .

While the Uultras , sat and looked always a little while longer at him , through the thoroughness  , rather not be with a word instead .

& They were not the affectionate types , weren’t they ? The Uultras ? &

Magnus pulled his chair closer to her and sat holding both of her hands .

= No they were not . Cold rivers streams on cold days ….  but the rivers , is still water =

Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up looked up slowly around the kitchen . My belongings , spices , jars of salt from all over the Zones , some of them were few hundred years old . 

= and no … they were not into spices neither . … The Uultras . =

Mrs Vollum.Ngap!Up laughed , quiet to the notion of the last night of her life , seeing everything in a different light .

& Bland species  they are . I had a few of their dishes . I do believe that it’s their food designs that are having the taste of us . Numb and that ‘Not Wanting’ .. like a clear drills into our brains  … &

She breathed in , sharply , decidedly firm , moving away from the subject . 
& They do however , entirely with the Hexa.Sync’s … ‘divination’  , don’t they ? &

= No , I do believe their skepticism are based through their understanding to our mathematical methods = 

& This is your take on them ? Or is it what you knew and learnt of them through our methods of assessment about them ? &

The Savant froze .

A brilliant mind would do such a thing , expecting more from the knowledge that had given them more than enough . Flinching in a trusting pattern , into the submission into being oneself . 

The ‘good’ ones , leave it at that , while the ‘questionable’ brilliance of the mind , kept on at it , until there is nothing left of the good until the evil started to lurk  . 

Magnus focused on the pink jar , aware to it’s wet content from afar .

Zoning in , to lose a sense , by gathering much of the surrounding , in one softer perspective , Initiata had said to him …

A>  You know of  those old mechanic garages from the 20th century ? <A

Little Magnus stood there , like a sponge , blinking this Uultra in .

A> Immediate uses . Don’t think that all is there , is for that . Some of them are practical useless to the facts onto the other possible tools . Your people common sense would have it , to keep what they know to the back of their mind for a quick validation to what it was for then , is important , utmost to finely tune , closest to what existence is all about . <A

 

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 = But what about , saving the ‘useless’ for another time ? =

Initiata looked at him a while longer . Accessing the boy Magnus , from the top of his head down to his mouth . 

He said of The Notion , clarified it to his ‘common sense’ to how the notion said would be in other point values   , and master the task of thinking it for future references .

A>  Validation , Magnus . It is your definition’s definitive . Remember that ‘Another time’ like you said earlier , really have no place for useless things . However if your needs for validation is in the region of the ‘what about’ , that is a good start always for the better definition , definitely .  <A

Little Magnus stood there with his mouth opened , a sponge tensely filled with heavy liquid , aware to her tempo and methods in elucidating down to her eyes , blinking in the magnitudes in his own intellects .

= I care for you Initiata … like that ? =

Initiata stared this time , finding a recognition to what she was well acquainted with , to this boy … but couldn’t . 

A> … like that , my boy .. Exactly like that .  <A

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& It’s banyan juice , if you are wondering about that pink jar &

Magnus smiled to the knowing in the clear of ‘good ones’ , letting him be , a fact clarifying to the subtlest notion . 

= old ? =

& older … than you and me , it was . older than few generations put together  , staring down in the middle of the old town …. &

Circuits , as humanly as possible , Magnus thought . Similar patterns , but independently achieved in Hexa.Sync .

Imagine the appointed results , staring the excitement into the human circuits , precise in syncopation , as the words would have it , prophesizing the initiatives , to mind a state in the how instead focusing in the clear of  who . 

How do you practically be better than that kind of calculation ?

 
It’s the accumulation of the brilliant that worked . Along side , with , top , bottom of the Hexa.Sync and the current simplicity in front of him  , the banyan tree juice . 

Deny not the opportunity , but take a closer look to the efforts .

Codex.intraxx , page 49 , the learning pattern is suffice to your wants in the end anyway . Uultras emphasized the questionable human conditioning , cared enough not to smudge anything that is already represents .

 
The words failed humanity , they would so believed . To achieve , is a sure sign of needs to get there … and yet … you are sure to know where you’re at whenenver you are with them , the Uultras .

Look at her expression , quick ! while she is not looking .

She’s adapting , only now , and she’s not telling what she knew and what she really did .

Clear conscience , Magnus , death solidify this clearer than any supreme ideas . Living the tonals , while the death attuned , clearest .

What ! ? 

She smiled as if reading his every thought , she held his hands .

& Thanks Magnus . I thank you very much . Why don’t we have a little that juice , and … I go … ok ? &

= What about them , In.dexx and Solv ? Aren’t you going to … as promised ? =

& my BPV is there , this house is rigged with collective.ion , the access  codes in the BPV , take what you want from there . And , the spices , if you care , go on ahead … &

Magnus smiled and nodded slowly . 

& The boys … I have made arrangement , but Magnus … I give you the priority , into how you see fit … make sure they are together … somehow , ok ? &

= ok . Thanks  to you too , Mrs Vollum . It … has been a pleasure knowing you =

She laughed , clapped her hand loudly once , and closed her trembling mouth , ardent to  Magnus’s oversimplification , noticing the end was peeking into the current . 

& Yes , Magnus . I care for you too . The juice ? Shall we ? &

 

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Rented huts .

Spacey , clean environment and happy children playing about .

Strange persona this man is , she imagined with all the access ! .

A choice , don’t forget the choices in man , in any men …

Supremacy in men is to what their choices would be in , and here I am thinking it for him , way to go ! Fingra .

Perhaps , these are the transitions that Richard has been talking about … whether they know it or not , the very place that she is standing now is going through a transformation .

The masses would have it , in the conveniences of having most of the access in the now to work smoothly for them … it’s just a matter of time before these changes started to come forth anyway .

Hmmm , Fingra stared at one of the kids .

Healthy , well done up in life …. and look , she’s smiling at me …

Bright . Healthy Teeth .

// Hello , beautiful … now … what is your name ? You live around here ? //

The child looked at her , up and down , accessing with a smile .

~ You’re not from around here ~

A trusting soul bewildered at her and at her own statement . Well , you can’t have everything , Fingra thought kindly .

// Do you know of a Hi.Tht.ID , Rumb Grumb …. ? //

Quick recognition replaced the smile , with eyes pointing out the direction .

~ He stays there , he just got back from somewhere …. you’re here to see him ~

Fingra noted her statement . Well , deep silence in truth could be yours if you stood in front of the right person , ain’t it ? With at smile of hers , this kid is careful enough to access her own ‘worth’ with me here .

// Yes , I am … thank you very much . I don’t know your name … //

The girl smiled and looked at the direction of Grumb’s residence .

~ That’s ok . Don’t worry about me . You are not from around here … ~

// No I am not … //

The girl held out her hand to shake hers .

~ See you ~

Three trees , and shades to die for …

And how immaculate , to have his little hut , right in the smack dab center of the city about these living beings .

Dead leaves , drying , immersing themselves to the shades of the cloudy sky and the minute she closed in to the first tree , she sighed .

Does he know that she is coming ?
Is he that ‘idle’ ?

Or is she the one who …

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Rumb looked outside from his tinted window .

There are no surprises anymore with me , lady … try and be inside my head , you don’t really want to see into my heart . Quiet inoculating , preserving more fictions that facts , and the almighty truthfulness based on that findings .

Yes , you do matter Fingra.Nuovo …. you are one of those building methods , factoring in the scopes to how we masses , see ourselves .

The popular , the agreeable always have a better and simpler destination .

The arrival calls for the findings with no questions to burden , thus ….

… from where he was , he could see her looking at the dead leaves , admiring their presence on the ground …

Good girl , Sepuloh.Palms … to have you decorate , spattering the connotative to what was from above , onto the ground , and yes , I agree with your design , little girl …. but it seems that this woman saw through , the human hand having a way with the nature …

Is she disappointed ?

Would Fingra objected to such welcomes or would she be at the arrivals of the findings …. unburden to the cause to what she truly is ?

Or would she staked to coil hard to the nonsense of who she was instead ?

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She picked up the dead leaf , last or first in the symmetry in it’s grouping , glancing to the corner of her eyes about in the trail to the first tree .

The young half green , what are the chances that one leaf would fall on it’s own ? Right to where she is standing … ?

Natural beauty , strengthened to the fact of good health by the stem , it was picked off on purpose , to represent .

Soft finger taking care not hurt it aesthetically , while the white resin started to flow , the bleeding of life .

He knew , and he wanted me to be here .

The access stated it’s pulse . Beating aglow revolving the antimatter of actions to her in all hopes . The man is not to the point of ideas , he is into the works , efforts and hard to the reality that were bestowed upon him .

My finding is that , I have arrived , Fingra exclaimed silently , happy to what she was discovering .

She kept the leaf into her purse , the man is ‘idle’ alright , let’s wake him up … and walked to the front door and knocked on three times , with a smile brightening up upon her face .

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He opened the door , letting the evening wind breezed in .

Fingra sat on one of the chair , hard wood while intently looking at Rumb .

// Do you always dressed this way ? //

Rumb stood with his hand still on the door knob , trying hard not to show how aggravated he was .

His back straightened to question like this , his neck started to follow route of the visuals , and to these progressions , he was aware of it’s boning up in his presence every time the opportunity of answers to these kind of questions arise . Mundane question needed to be answered with question and one who is well acquainted to what it is , smart enough to know of it’s mundaness , care to know of it well enough , should see through it’s own values for better hopes to seep in .

17 Refreshments ? 17

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// You need one ? //

Silence hung in the air , and Fingra could feel the heavy wood of the three trees above her …. listening to them with their leaves , the undead …

17 You have something of mine 17

The man is possessive with and into the point . The teaching’s is the student , but never the teacher himself .

// For me , I thought it was for … //

Fingra reached into her purse , rustling time with half of her awakened conscience to Rumb , the leaf .

17 I am making a lime juice oil~spray~salt on top , do you mind having one with me ? 17

Fingra stopped looking for the leaf , looked at Rumb , a concerned look on her forehead , a tinge of smile about to happen in the corner of her mouth ,

// Sure but .. I’ll spray my own though , ok with you ? //

Rumb blinked at the sudden revelation .

Acceptance is Simply .

And the simplest to a point to this woman is like , such as , the sun is every reason , sure , but let her do and think of ‘that’ herself .

Control .

// Yes , control , Mr Rumb . For what is the use , if the mind only has contributions to rely on ? //

17 What’s the point of control if the contributions don’t have a right place to go on to ? Don’t tell me about trust , Fingra .. Lives determined to it’s own needs by having to choose in the end … anyway 17

The man is quick to jump , conclusion is there before it materialized , hard facts are mere flies quick to be dismissed , at precision to none can do better . The man is old indeed , but carelessly youthful in his executions .

// The top of the lime juice , but not in the center … I like the sourness clearing the taste of the salt and oil spray … somehow … I am used to the idea of knowing where the layers are … //

When Trust is prominent to which methods are more crucial than any good intentions , you might as well say , see you later , take a good care of yourself and until next time , we will meet again ; Big Smiles . And never to appear in the same spot , ever .

Ones who you placed your trust onto don’t necessarily have to trust you , and by goodness , most of the times , it still works . But when good intentions are not as important to good men comparing to what trust is all about , and the methods has got to be in the fore front to how things works , it will take on a swift turn for strange results. And when that happened , simply remind them , the good men ; the good expectation is all and to the good men to what they don’t need to give out in return .

Honesty perfected .

Well , in otherwords , no one profits that way . The game would be , in the end , exclusively refers to the best scape goats that they could find .

17 The distribution , miniscule in taste , variates in one process in a gulp … contributing familiarity of preferences and trust to how it could be done ……. 17

// …. over and over again …. sometimes .. that is good enough , Mr Rumb …. //

And honesty does not usually revolve in preferences .

Rumb smiled and went straight to the kitchen while Fingra , with the leaf in her hand .

The good in all men with choices , still reign supreme .

She put the leaf onto the table and finally looked at her surrounding .

Simple stuffs and yet a complicated man . It has been known that , this is one of the first few common sense to how we all start to be .

codex.intrax , simplify ; if anything , the world outside before you go within … complications and destinations , the beautiful paradoxes feeding into one another , and yes , simple matters are indeed complicate ones who needed more in life .

Point.view was absent , he could probably have it in his room , but that’s pretty rare unless if you are sex workers , or really into sexual escapades … hmmm Hi.THT-ID Rumb Grumb ? …. nah , not likely .

Small pretty little hut , who would expect ?

She stood up and walked to the door , the view was pretty well expected … framed by the three trees in the front and junctions to other residences .

Pathways .

All you need to do is sit on that chair facing out with the tinted glass door and you could see people going in and out with at the very least five or six to different destinations .

It enough to set a mind going with all these possibilities ; characters and personalities going about in their life using the seen pathways . She looked at the wooden chair facing the outside view …. well worn , he knew his deflections well enough to warrant validation that he probably tossed it about like a well needed dismissal , if asked about the old chair .

What else other than this would represent him best ? , Fingra mused silently . There are simply no other stuffs that simply represent personal belongings in here . Anybody could be living in here .

Pale , unseductive colors , Fingra shuddered . Yes , and this is not the time’s doing . This is his choice … there … what is it ? Pale brown , grey ?

17 Ice tinged wood , dried by the river last winter, in the hot sun as of today … 17

// That’s not the name of the color , is it ? //

17 Simply few numbers and descriptions . The way of the world today . If it takes the attention , might as well make the best of it . Products designed smartly , people gets to be reminded to what they are belonging to … reading into to who and what they could be , any time … any place in the ever spreading wide of catalogues 17

He placed the spray on oil salt close to where he expecting her to sit , right across his seat .

And walked to her with the lime juice ,
17 Attention is the true faith since the dawn of Man 17

// Like all things that are bright … it keeps coming , ain’t it ? //

She took the drink , and sipped it a little , sour at the point start of bitter .

// Hard straight untwisted as yet , unrelenting youth to quote , of the just before , unquote … ‘lime’ ? //

17 I cheated . The seeds , grind them to point of halts , in big piles . 17

Fingra , for the first time felt her body letting go of all the tension she felt since she walked into this premise . She laughed . Closed her eyes , heaving air in to let out another burst of laughter …

// Big piles of lime seeds , are you serious ? //

17 Did it myself … zrrrrrrkk , Glunk! Zrrrrrkkkkk Glunkk-th ! 17

What a curve , Fingra thought … and that curve is a true factor , to how he achieved … ‘the just before’ … mind you , in that big piles of seeds . And the term of humor , from the man who used to dismiss the ideas like a fly on a wart , it’s kinda of nice to have part of that reflection , deflecting to what funny is , seeing him laughing , unbelieving perhaps , arresting bitterness right at the very core of life . 

She sat on the chair facing the outside view , with the spray on~oil in her hand , sprayed at the corner around and in the inside of her glass . 

// Tell me Mr Rumb , did you ever get involve in a relationship ? Forgive me for being a straight arrow on this one , but let bypass all these unnecessary … protocols , shall we ? //

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The woman is not hungry . She was using the hunger driving pattern to get where she wanted to be at . 

Actresses of the finer kind would do so well , but the finest would know in order to be the best , aware to that beliefs , in the notion of reaching to the satisfaction needed , would be at the very least , conscious and aware to the nearest , best eateries in town . No , she’s not that hungry . 

But she’s very familiar to deep hungers and craves . 

And she’s having a dismissal pattern , like his , loving to a point of enunciations , but with eyes so aware , knowing very well to whom she wanting to spend her time with . 

He stood looking at Fingra and sat on the chair . 

The opened hole , transparent in middle of the lime juice , sprayed light pink of salt . The top layer ; unbreaking to the waves in expectation , slowest in the best of your control could ever manifested . 

There she is … drinking slowly from the glass , quick gulps tasting while looking at the pathways , the junction~ing of directions ahead from where she sits .

17 Yes I did , once . After quite some time , you see it differently . Time works wonder , don’t you agree ? 17

// Yes . Time works , indifferently . I agree much to the wonders of the mind acknowledging time … You loved her …. him ? Very much ? //

Shifting past moments , ever construing ; a definition .

Deep dry , safe from the prying of sweaty humid fingers , breaking down the consistency in the memory . 

Changes ? 

Revolving doors ? 

Entrance ?

Entrances ?

A definition from the outside glass house would be different than being inside it , yes ? 

The seeing through don’t mean a thorough understanding , these experiences are like soak wet shoes … for ones who stayed inside the glass house .

Rumb smiled at the corner of his mouth . 

Walk in the soaked wet shoes , the squishing wet felt by your own weight , is that close proximity to the start of your wants . But until then … 

…. codex.intrax and dead poets , great grandparents of somebodies living today . 

17 Very much . The connecting roosts , slowly defining , up until today 17 

// To this very moment ? …. Would you … please tell me … ? //

Love , blurred dusty windows after the rain … you know of the outside view , you see through it , but it’s the memory that will be refining you to what it was on the outside .

I am always on the outside looking into the blurred window , Rumb thought .

A good way to start , to talk about love , isn’t it ? 

Hunger and crave satisfy the mind , but not the contentment , not with this woman . The studious mind , the truest of it’s kind is sitting right close next to him , waiting anxiously for him to begin .

How indeed , what was defined to unravel itself and only to become close to nothingness ?

Drying flesh on bare bones ? High contrast that , it could only reveal to what it was truly not ? Decency avails only to ones who’s aware ? 

The start , has to reflect at the very least quick enough , to the key points on which you rather use alone .

Bitter seeds and the glunking blenders , he took on another sip , care to remind himself silently , the possibility of the finest bitterness in her methods and began with both of his hands clasped together .

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