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For all intents and purposes , all wounds are meant to be analyzed and studied ; the cuts are impersonal , the pain experienced could not be acknowledged in mere silence alone , therefore all the words expressed and used do really mattered .
However , in the dark , and loneliness , these pains will be magnified many folds and as the words of the poets and novelists started to rears it’s shines , all wounds were without places to hide and in the intents and purposes ;
some men will rule with iron fist in making sure such pains won’t be repeated .
The weakened minds are the tyrants and with power ; the balance within will be never be about Selves but rather of gaining more power and the ultimate search for accumulative unnecessary needs for validation of that very power provided by the weakened minds surrounding .
Weak communities can be seen through their state of equalities amongst , races , sexes and religions factors .
How strange , Vivida quietly remarked ; all signs to which to differentiate values and functions , are also signs of weaknesses as it is … strength ?
Contrary to what you believed , strength does not revolve around the ruggedness of fears . Pain inflected caused by the very protections hoped are the very instilled methods of pariahs in the minds of their own children .
In the mere curves of efforts , it is ; that is what strength is .
To know the differences , along the weak , the meek would have the chance to become strong , but first … know what is , which is and to whom the gathering of that need to cognitively will result into .
Yes , strength equal to power in these tyrannical parenting .
In the blooms of mistakes , the beautiful innocence of learning , the gathering of knowledge , letting the younger generations to earn their own set of evolving Three .
In the case and phase of Time , the anomalies will also evolve .
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Keyholes
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It , the time will retrained the minds , to open it’s eyes , thirding into the potential leaders , be it competent or not , to right what is wrong , and scarier yet ; to manifest to poison outwards , deal with it accordingly and at peace eventually after , disastrous results .
And gladly , on the other side of the fence … , great leaders are always with the better solutions , kept creating shelters to which they are not going to be in ; longevity and prosperity for the upcoming future generations .
Vivida closed the ancient book .
Boredom refers , yes ?
How smart do you have to be , in the order for you to find gold in the mundane thoughts of human minds ?
Mundane golds ?
Nothing is mundane when the values are calculated by these crass and simplistic humanity .
These are not truth . These are philosophy tuning back into basic needs in ruling , found through the state of anomalies while searching for healing patterns by the communities of ancient religions .
Any forming state of beliefs , that is .
Any forms , forming , had to grasp it’s own Selves , in credibility ; at all times , for evolving it’s forms , but remember … Vivida.Lucida smirked h.er tightly closed mouth .
Truth indeed is how you called yourself to what and why you are now … and literally into the depth to “where from are you baby” ?
And that truth is ever interchangeably to the eye of the seers .
You yourself will be the defining points to what you rather want to see . And ultimately be or not to be from these “defining” points .
Wonder … ever wonder how certain few managed to stay “pretty” after what they have been through ?
Ever wonder why is it to stay beautiful in the world which is indifferent to compassion and kindness in which you have put out ; is a form hard to hold as decay of the minds and bodies tuning into the heads of your own wisdoms ?
Ever wondered , why the beautiful and the wise stared at each other without being one another as they can be in a one person and still could admire each other from afar without prejudice ?
The seeing into one another by the beautiful and the wise is that state of immaculate conception to the need and why of desirous propensities needs to take on for the creative endeavors in becoming …
Techs .
Desire and appreciations , the boldest bold in laying the foundations of any Circuitries .
Vivida dialed in into her frequencies , Fingra.Nuovo .
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Le it not the thousand years separating us from each other, but rather bring us closer into the phase of Time , in the reasoning to ponder ;
The beauty and the wise .
Their love for one another .
Cliff.Bells and his methods of management .
Rumb.Grumb and his stars while staying put on Earth to where dreams made real through the understanding of them .
And to that , Fingra.Nuovo and her longing for ultimate loyalty .
Vivida laughed at the thought of Fingra , the realist who is kind enough to seek into her own justification … to what is loyalty is all about .
When awareness is mortally human , how could you be loyal when dust is all you return to anyway ?
H.er point.view is blinking …
Circ ?
:: Stilling a thousand years for truest flashes of seconds ? ::
Intrusion from Circ is always prophetical .
The reasons are in the timing , the definitions are in the precise tuning , of his awareness reading me , and the states of Twelve Circuits are in his conclusions of my phrases thinking out thoughts .
Let see , Vivida.Lucida breathed in .
:: Quaintly refreshing . Why Ty30153 ? ::
Vivida quietly think of air filtering plants . Quick memories .
Singing birds , and their oddly pitched resonances .
:: Familiar . Quite familiar . Soothing and yet chaotic . Soothing nonetheless . The key of B , and strings of major chords . One after another , yes Vivida ? ::
Kois dancing on the water surface , fast quick lightning , flashing silver into the back of someone’s retina . Blink of the eyes and a smile to the orange evening .
:: The hundreds of cycles , massive magnetic metal shedding polarity . Why do you think that is ? ::
Thinking that is , magnetic neurons , vortexing along a complete universe only to expand but never really heading anywhere , “purposeful” ? Isn’t that the league~ing institution why Man is concerned into why he should be resulting for ? Seeking in the needs ?
:: Functioning for a need , too much eh ? To think that way , yes Vivida ? For what are they to be without magnetic poles above and around them , huh ? To bleed , to heal and rebirth continuous . Years , decades and centuries and the big understanding of electric charge within , muses and inventions ::
Circ clicked silently into Hexa.Syc latest hums .
Just loud enough , for Vivida to hear it in the few split of seven seconds .
Listening to the interest of Hexa’s focuses in the width of time , of a decade integrated into seven seconds , a clarity perpetuating perfection for solutions , the integrating forming structures well being for humanity to lean on . Vivida.Lucida kept h.is mind clear off from predictable institutions , designed and defined of the past simply to let in Circ to the best he could reflect his visions into .
When it is with the furthest it could reach , the looking back of the past will always be with the revealing notions to how it could probably be , in the layering like the dead leaves on the grounds …
:: So is the tree above the dead scattering leaves , to the wind which to blow in the direction of End , and only to begin in the wisp and curves of air by the branches , to grow … new leaves ? ::
The dead woman again ? Vivida kept her silence amongst the dull brightness of the sunshine . Funny , how the stillness of the brightness in human retina gets to be boring after awhile , compared to the darkness and it’s manifestation of the unnecessary , humans and their fear of the unknown , any brightness , seen and experienced by them , like the good of faith in their need to believe in the past ; are like cockroaches after the bomb nuclear blast .
Still exist , carrying the dark needs as the diseased gets to be righteous , immortal to the wounds of life , and as the death thrives the manifestation of the dark further , life from whence and where they were from , is it any wonder to why it is the way it is ?
Quaintly reforming , like the gathering of diseased rats and cockroaches , thriving further as a species , survival of the fittest , and still fiction~ing best , subscribing to the formulas that led them to the calamities before .
With Hexa.Sync these days , No miracles with numbers as they had figured it out , just the infinity of it , makes it unbearable to cling with mere simple human awareness . Any wise men knows of this , any fools surrender their need for protection in words and knowledge alone without seeking further into the vortex and sometimes deadly truth , that any fools were like the big gambling schemas , could be anyone of them human .
Pity , living life to only having to trust .
Trustworthiness , as is turns out are not in every man palms , but somehow …
:: The Circle of Life , every one life and continuities always guaranteed it to rebalance , yes ? ::
There was a smile in Circ’s voice , Vivida noted . Yes this and yes that , and the knowing rest on the eternal light of Hexa‘s numbers .
:: And you hated , despised more like it , their heads hard knocked on the walls for their learning lessons ; a bull to his own slaughter , symbolic to the sacrifice within , slaves to the notions of reality . Yes ? ::
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How indeed reality is all they have , to the unimaginative mundane needs for justification , retributions , the death seemed like an escape and yet feared .
How indeed reality , became the symbol of awakening from something or someone with meaning . Nothing in this world should be without it . The Meaning is the core to when The Awareness will take place .
If you have none of it , therefore , you are to be with deeper symbolism .
And mostly they are creepier than maggots on corpses .
Life coming from death and it’s waste . The perk while living on Earth . Creeping forth thus life is … and subjectively , the minds would simply have to justify their own worth to elevate their own sense of humanity thoroughly as one . Nothing more , nothing less .
:: Bravo , Vivida ! Child play that is to you , why ponder then ? Anything less is divisively tree stumps ? ::
Vivida.Lucida breathed in , and focused squarely on the existence of Circ , accessing h.im like the very diseased rats after nuclear bomb .
Vivida exhaled and streamed out h.er thoughts , in torrents ;
The same reason to why you are with me at this very moment . Synchronicity , yes ? For anything that is , was , and with the tuning coming from perfect numbers , reasons are perfected without having so much for needs of justification . Clarity clarifying , Circ , I need not know why you are here at this moment , to where decay does not exist , all we are about is then , synchronicity . And with that , for anything that were , are ; functions and values .
Layered propensities , symbiotic relationships , and I’ll be damned if I am merely a slave for your Curves and Froth for your inductions of numbers for Hexa .
And s.he opened h.er eyes . With deep etched smirks in h.er heart , sh.e restrained the look on h.is face . Blink blink , is all .
:: Ahhhhh , perfect simulations Vivida . if I don’t know any better , I am starting to think that you are transforming unto human conditioning , your wounded greed there for a second . But as you know , resulting factors to how their minds are functioning does not apply to us … We are merely communicating in this possible means of language . But in the end , those toning earlier will relate to greed in the end , and you know that . Who is it this time you have a big interest on these days ? Fingra.Nuovo ? That schema of vanity ? She has no worth to greed patterning . Greed was built around her . She was raised by the ideal of that protection of greed . And in that protection of greed , she in the end worked very hard to abolish that state of mentality without even knowing that is what she did . I have to say , perfect simulation Vivida but then again you already knew that ::
Rusted doorknobs .
With rusted keyholes .
Fingra answered her klik.konnect .
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// I couldn’t be bothered with that methods of advertisements , Surya . The one that you sent me earlier simply doesn’t cut it . Mysteriousness venting into hopes , no no no . That kind of landscapes or abstractions and angle of the sun , not that sappy look of faces which invite commonalties . Make me feel special whenever I look at it , say from by the subway stations where rush hours are happening , and it only takes a glimpse of our advert , it will stays forever in their heads . At least until the opening of the film . Special . Remember that . Make everyone who sees the advert feel special . You got that ? //
Suria.Twelve kept his silence . Waiting actually for further instructions . Big lady boss is brain forming something out of nothing . You better listen , Surya quietly mused .
// Timing is everything , Surya . With our kind of business , we have to lead that timing into the time in when they are expected to be exposed to the advertising we are talking about here . Yes ? To sell is to agree that we understood their subconscious , kindly . I repeat kindly . Bright and yet soft attenuations of moments that we are to impose on their visuals . Not assaulting them with to how mundaneness this life like , and by goodness , no religious undertones , in spirits and in abstractions . Simple and just . We need goodness of scientific primitive , without high hell or heavens descending even to kill a few . Nope , none of that bulls . Yes ? //
∆ Yes , Fingra . Primitive goodness with no abstractions of the bulls of religious attenuations . ∆
Fingra let out a hearty laugh .
// Scientific primitive goodness . We are the scientific analysis , analyzing the goodness to which is primitive then , Surya . There must be good people out there then too , right ? You know ones who are smart enough without the need for conformity . Those primitive are the ones I am talking about , protecting the others because they wanted to be treated and protected the same before religions . Now what are the colors best to represent these form of primitive ? What do you think Surya ? Hmmm ? //
Fingra said it with a knowing smile in her voice .
// Yes , Surya Love . make it as vivid and lucid as you possibly can … yes ? Give me variations of these expressions … by goodness , keep away from the idea of commonalties . I am special , you are special . Everyone soon shall be too when they see into the advert . A glimpse is all it takes . I want that in the rush hours with these sentient with deep awareness rushing about going to work and leaving for home , okay ? //
Surya quietly mused again , yes we are all special .
∆ Special is the keyword , I believe that is what you are saying . Yes ? ∆
… and closed his eyes listening to Fingra pulled a breath in .
// Yes sweetie . You are drifting nicely to me now . Gently does it , calm and peacefully like any statues which represented exactly that . Few variations and get back to me whenever you are ready , okay ? //
She disconnected without waiting for an answer .
The young man is work in progress , An answer would be mean a need for confirmation , and confirmation would see to it that he would have too have a decision there and then .
Let him mull , taking his sweet time to chew the ingredients that they just discussed in his own time . And I , here I am …
She slowly turned around , careful not to make any sound …
The fat cat , furry black with his face adorned by his glittering eyes , staring back at her …
rusted doorknobs
Ohhh here we go , Fingra sighed quietly .
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// Rusted keys have problem getting in Boom ? //
The furry black cat , fat ; blinked hard . As if he couldn’t believe Fingra was sending an inappropriate signal , looking as if he was deciphering codes sent , Boom jumped off from the sofa and walked very slowly towards Fingra .
Fingra laughed … and hissed loudly at Boom.Ploop .
// Seriously Boom ? Enter not if you can’t , eh ? Why talk about it then ?//
rusty keys rusty minds
the door I am
you may enter not
emotions unkind
rusty keys rusty minds
the opening that you are
not the doors to which I am
Fingra stopped moving and had her face frozen , caught in the blinking smirk of a cat , fat , furry black ; and hissed Fingra did ,
// Awwwwww , the kindly spiffy furry cat speaking the words of truth ? Or is that compassion Boom ? Try hissy fit , instead of those reflective words indeed . The doors that you are , probably are the reasons why you cannot lose weight . You cannot enter the door , to the room that you’re supposed to be in . Awwwwwww ! //
Boom slowly lifted up his upper lips , revealing his upper fangs .
a cat is nothing compared to rusty chains
… and stretched his body under the glass table , while keeping his eyes fixed at Fingra .
rusty keys
rusted doorknobs
rusty mind to a rusted chain
break nothing you cannot ever
dream to be in your best within
the keyhole …
and left the room to the kitchen , leaving Fingra staring in disbelief to the every Boom’s steps , and when he reached the kitchen , he looked back and hissed louder than Fingra earlier ,
serve to free the minds
fulfilling wishes to ingredients
in sugar and milk
to begin for in the endings
to remember in the knowing …
Fingra nodded in agreement , slowly .
Slowly she walked over to the kitchen with her head down , calculating and remembering of Ditha.Sevaras poem , “Whimsical Blue”. In the knowing , you remember to begin from nothing , and to end with nothing , for anything which bled and grew along the way , it is time , the only graceful curves of phasing moments relying on your decisions in making it through .
She stopped by Boom.Ploop , taking her time carefully to sit near the cat , fat , and stroked his tail ,
// to begin for in the endings ,
to remember in the knowing ,
deep and complete ,
even in a one ,
zeroes are open for interpretations
in a nothing is a one ,
is something for any sentient ,
aware in the giving,
serve to free the minds
rusted keys and rusty minds
in your best within ,
as in the endings to begin ,
depth to complete
in anyone … //
Fingra felt her cheek slowly wet with tears .
And strangely she can’t seem to remember the few last words to the poem .
Boom stood up and moved closer to Fingra , putting his head over her hand to be petted ,
Boom meowed softly , and Fingra laughed ,
// Oh my Boom ! You sounded so pretentious with your soft meows there , boy . Beautiful pretentious righteous cat , you are . You are not simply mere programming , are you ? You are coded through the reflections over the years you had lived amongst Us human … Thank you , Boom . //
Fingers sat on the floor and let Boom climbed on top of her laps, While she diligently stroked Boom’s fur .
as in the endings to begin
depth to complete
in anyone that is someone
a form will be completed
finest acceptance within
as when you knew today
that someone could be anyone
and everyone
… and meowed softly and finally shifted his full weight , on top of Fingra.Nuovo by lying on top of her lotus sitting position .
She cried quietly , thinking of simplicity of pain and joy, the flip switches , through the years lived, and the moment in realizing how thinking patterns are mere exposures , simple depths , programmable like this simple implanted chip of a cat, and yet the humanity of it …
Fingra wiped the tears on her face and held Boom’s fat face and looked into his blue piercing eyes ,
// Yes Mr Boom.Ploop . Thank you very much for that reflection , boy ! Anything you want , we’ll go get it . You and I , okay ? Name it //
She laughed as Boom meowed his pretentious frequency again .
perfect depth in white
simple today
for now
Fingra laughed heartily , stood up , lifted the cat up with her , put him on the table and gently pour the milk into the silver bowl for Boom to have a drink on .
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