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The cinnamon capsules popped on the warm pan .
Ste.p took the wood plank as big as his palm and put it over on top of the capsules and switched off the heat .
Fingra smiled wide ,
// Don’t you rather have the heat a little higher on there ? //
Ste.p wiped the sweat off his forehead .
^ Not in this case , Fingra , I don’t want the burnt oak contributing to the taste of cinnamon . I have these new product that I rather take on with , Spray~On Nose.Thrills , cinnamon for your nostrils . A spray~on to the side of the meat , a state for the deference , elucidating , a deep stark need into the isolation of taste , to connote deliciously , as written in their pamphlet ^
// And what happened if I can’t find the word to express how I feel to the food tasted with the product ? //
^ Oh subtleties , Fingra . For without them you might as well don’t learn how to read , and in this case , simply sneeze it off as the write~off . ^
Fingra laughed heartily , while Rumb nodded into an agreement .
// Subtleties in the spray , nose thrills , Ste.p ? You serious ? //
Fingra stood up and walked up to where the kitchen stoves were .
^ Thank you for the interest in the most primitive methods of stove~tops Fingra . You know how I love to cook on these beauties ^
Fingra hugged him , and kissed him on the side of his cheek .
// I know you but don’t mean I understand you . You are welcome , Ste.p . Tell me why … of these methods ? //
Rumb drank the rest of the liquor in his glass ,
17 If you think of it as heat access to the depth of the taste , you are quite wrong Fingra . 17
And sat staring at the two of them staring back looking at him , in his full regalia of a Hi-ThtID .
Ste.p turned his attention towards Fingra ,
^ You can’t be that shallow accessing about in that sort of depth , can’t you , Fingra ? . ^
A delightful smirk on Ste.p’s face did most of the talking .
// Collective.ion has a tasking factor into the make of these wonders ? Yes ? No ? Tastebuds in the form of delight , more concrete that the tongue could ever come up with , collective.ion ? The tech that hasn’t been fully manipulated and invented . Is that why ? //
Ste.p gently patted her hands ,
^ Don’t ever die a poet , Fingra . Miserable lots those people . Be like me . Happy nutty crazy scientist , even when they are no more calculation left in this world , especially when there are nothing left to calculate . We would be simply … happier ^
They laughed at his ‘quiet revelation’ with his chin , standing on a finger , his finger ; and his eyes , blinking rapidly .
17 Moments in his life , Mr Dignify’s , dear Fingra , are like that pots of gold . Cherished it more than the conjugating perpetual science as he had said it , to where mostly , only the miserable poets could understand it’s best . Thus calculation to the misery , collective.ion in the future will redefine these moments , for example ; the taste buds , the longing and ultimately the searching for meaning in the future … as in the codex.intraxx , Thoroughness’s Keeper …… 17
Ste.p put both his hands to the sides of his face , and continued slowly …
^ To where the Tech would stand in it’s form to function in the future hopes for success , ‘that !’ is where the truest sadness is , and ‘That !’ In science , the initiating form of evolution , leaving the past memorializing , into the better future . ^
Fingra had her hands to her chest , smiling happily .
// From a mere guess , Ste.p . I was joking around with the collective.ion … //
Ste.p laughed loudly , and with a finger up to the sky , he said with a a tremble in his voice , quaking the ‘fact’ to what he was about to say ,
^ Never you , never you be the woman with only words , mere into that and just that alone . Thou shall find depth , ever so always in the making of good and ultimately in Others . ! ^
…. and laughed like he was the Jack of All trades , while Fingra clapped her hands laughing like she was the Master of All Appreciations ,
// Ohhhh curse me . Curse me Ste.p Dignify to be well and good, in the name of your greatness … I am feeling it already in my bones ! //
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The evening settled ; fine glittering dust to the memory of recently wiped furniture with a simple wet cloth .
Fingra put her fork down and chewed the last morsel slowly .
^ Words don’t do justice , Fingra ? Shut then . ^
She nodded , while Rumb drank into the glass of water .
17 May I , say something ? An observation more like it 17
Ste.p smiled , with his hand reaching to the glass of salted water near him .
^ Sure , Rumb . Roll on . ^
17 Lemon based this , spray~on Nose.Thrills ? 17
Fingra glanced at Rumb , and nodded quietly . The taste of acid , she noted of Rumb , in the many times they have spent together , the man is ultra~sensitive to it’s taste .
// It does seem to light up the scheme ain’t it , Rumb ? //
Ste.p clasped his hands together , smiling with his eyebrows up and a questioning look came upon his face .
^ Blood or lime . Which one is the tell tale sign , Rumb ? ^
17 Forgive me for my probably a ridiculous extension . The lime , as in the taste you probably all figured out is non existence in this particular dish , the blood did seem a little light as Fingra had mentioned earlier . The salt however , I noticed from here , you used the tree barks powder to which probably a few hundred of years old . Heavier would it be in the taste of the blood iron if the lime somehow do not get into this picture . Ste.p , the dish was an inflected curve by having this spray~on , it became an accentuation by default to the spices , the other else don’t have to compete as much to the blood red . 17
^ The smoked meat is what I am truly after . Correct , Rumb . It is an inflection to the spices as best I could achieved by having the tree barks power burn a ten second first before the meat without the dreaded bloody iron gallivanting in the focus of the meat in the taste~bud . ^
Fingra interjected softly …
// That explained why the wood plank over cinnamon seeds as the first sequence , Ste.p ? //
^ Why not ? The blood on the medium rare meat could take a second place in focus , you know ? The spices and herbs made more sense once we have figured the certain extensive in past living nutritious giving back in without having to go full scale as in a natural state . The citric acid is a perfect inflection without having to go burning the meat too much … ^
Fingra sat with her chin on her palms .
^ Once you have the naturals , picked on in it’s straights , you will be able to paint into your canvas ^
// And that’s where this product lies on it’s uses and function ? Clearing the dark deep heavy weight without taking away it’s natural state ? Tasteless’s thrill of the noses to begin , speaks for the others to gladly manifesting without having to compete tooth and nails with each other ? //
Ste.p nodded and clapped his hand together ,
^ Child’s play ! The Catalyst without the ~Ism in sight . Use the main character and hold it’s muses away , simply be and let the grounded sacrificed and became the story lines instead ^
Rumb wiped his mouth on the towel and placed it’s back on his lap gently .
// Bland bloodless taste of the lamb , with capsules of really old tree barks to the storylines . How quaint , Ste.p . Is that how the tech worked these days ? //
17 It always has been that way , Fingra . The acquirer had never to stand on the solid of anything . They floated on the surface instead . The surroundings were damped usually , you can always tell they had been there . After all we had been alking about humanity here , don’t we ?17
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Ste.p stood up and went to the nearby bar , located just about the turn into the living room .
^ I have Mostly . The Original . My father gave it to me years ago , a glass to each of you , to start off the night ? Float with me , yes ? ^
He nudged a ‘Yes’ in his shoulders , Ste.p noted quietly . In the light , clear fluorescence , Ste.p kept on smiling , and wondered of the Hi-THT.ID Rumb.Gumb .
The tones of the conversation were light and easy , especially from Fingra , her cynical mind is perfected to the nuances of her facial expressions .
This man , Rumb however , he nudged a toning that is believable enough but without the inching crows feet for a mere smile , it’s a definite take on for the other party to think differently especially when Rumb’s pupils took on a different undertaking .
Rumb’s pupils were enlarged at all times
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Taking in as much light as he possibly could , experiencing to the very second , and practically ‘Not’~ting to what’s in front of him .
A puppet ?
In sync to what ,was he ?
Was Rumb into the task into the Seeing but aware to his rendering of his Elders of the Hi_THT.IDs , like commonly expressed phrases in the world of Artistry and Actors ; socializing within , but never really for a cause for yourself in order to learn ?
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Fair enough , they already have their causes and reason being alive in this world , the ideas percolated in their mind were never for the state of the higher meanings . The methods were never for the terms in how to use the stove right , but simply not to get burn , Ste.p mused while pondering about the new Wave.Within schematic … as mentioned by codex.intraxx ,
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… the slow cooking , once the meat has reached it’s desired ….
… inserting little sharp object with circuits that dispersing rays to cook the meat from the inside out …
Done that , yes they did … simpler minds works wonder …
The pupils were naturally enlarged , they did .
The brain with the light can’t help to what it knows .
… to light exposures …
Memory from the past that exuded happiness will recreate it’s own energy .
Deep within in the heat of the circuit ; the brain ?
To where there are heat , in this world , there should be a chance of light .
Deep within a brain emanating light rays ?
Time Benders ?
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Fingra twirled her tea leaf in her cup . Thinking , sorting the memories of the past back into her motion , circling the water in her the cup in the now .
Turning slowly brown as the leaf , wet into the boiled water , the darkness seeped into a taste bud , clear notion to how the depth of the dark and that depth elucidates .
Poetry manifesting Time ; longer length to where wordings chanced for the extension into moments .
Living a longer life , perhaps ?
Could faith in mind , the thinking charges certain elektrons that is good for longevity ?
Could Ditha.Sevaras worked into her disappearances or ‘death’ without her being aware of it , but somehow elongated the time span in thought patterns ?
The Tinker’s Tinker spooled memories together with her persona , the knowledge of her life into reeling into a revelation , making the heartbeats slower than the ticking clock for anyone who had the opportunity to read her works ?
Fingra looked at Ste.p , going through his BPV , finding information about the state of his projects .
The little blobs of ink doing nothing , Ste.p had said to her about projects he was heading. A few trodden past manifesting mostly perhaps into nothing that is trail~able for future seeds to look into .
It is the recorded points that are important . The nothing , as the Zero counts the events . Even the failures .
The something losing it’s energy had a history , even the start of nothing , it will spool , extending sense of it’s humanity , even if it’s not even , it will make it easier for our sense to .seek. into the future .
The apparent studies about human complexity , made everything else just a mere snap of a finger given with the right .seeks. , especially if you have the recorded spools of these nothingness at hand
She looked up from her cup , deep dark brown of the leaf and found that Ste.p was staring at her .
^ Thinking or are you procrastinating ? ^
// Can both be done at the same time and legit for a good reason ? //
Ste.p sighed , had his finger deep into the cup , found it empty , and pushed it to her direction ,
^ Be kind enough to let me have what you have ? ^
// Sure . Seeing into the validity into these two concepts together or was it really the tea leaf interest you ? //
Fingra smiled , took the cup and and got to the kitchen counter with a box nearby . Her hand seemed to touch lightly on top of it , and let it glided to her .
The magic of clear notion into giving the best to what she had to offer , Ste.p thought lightly . She was not aware of these manifestation since none ever a one person could ever truly be subjectively look into the depth of oneself . The fingers , the method to how , is the seeping of liquid blood energizing into pattern to hold , in other words , the reading instigated the notion to how it clear back into the curves either through gentleness or the hard needed push to simply get . The business sense of Ditha.Sevaras , the martyr for people living in the timeless sorrow , defined into the tragedies to stupify the thinking back into the needed grounds back into the romantic values .
Left without a trace . ‘Death’ without a grave .
// I would cringed my shoulders closer to the sides of my jaw if you want sugar with this tea . Yes ? Sugar, Ste.p ? //
He laughed and waved at her to come to the table .
^ I wouldn’t want to see you do that on my account . No new tech could be gotten from that symmetry . Zone Two , Kanahur.LLL ? ^
She stopped in her track ,
// How could you possibly know that ? //
^ Would you believe it , I had a few people that I know that had the same brand , and they were ever so , magical in preparing this tea . The magic in them , the method had the same , ‘touches and inflections’ … sorry I can’t find them in words . Thinking procrastinate~ly usually will lead to that conclusion . And me and my ink blots had all the time in the world to do that . Is it really from that tea manufacturer ? ^
// Yes . Kanahur.LLL //
She gently placed the cup ad it’s saucer on the table .
// Limited Edition , said the girl that delivered it here a week ago . I jokingly made a comment , now what could be special about this one , and Ste.p would you believe it , she widened her eyes and looked at me like I just cursed her great grandmothers . //
Ste.p mouth was half~opened waiting for the next jolt in her extension of the experience while she slowly lifted up the tea leaf off her cup .
// She said that we made a deal back then , that the Limited Edition was promoted under my name . Nuovo’s . //
She grinned and looked at Ste.p , nudged her chin indicating to the cup of his own tea and drank into hers .
Ste.p slid the cup closer to him and had a sip himself .
^ That man , Rumb in your living room , tell me about him ^
// I’ll give you a summary , Ste.p . This world is as ridiculous as it is perfect the way it is , making sense and the effort to understand that dark blights like parmesan cheese going back into the light , takes a lot of works . A deep in thoughts , anti~social Hi.THT-ID is perfect in the working of my manifestation getting into that slabs of meat , if you want to call it that , the cheese into the meat of the story . //
^ He’s a time jumper , do you know that ? Maybe he is aware of it or not , but in our close~intraxxes , there is a tale tale sign that emanated from him . If he is aware of it , then he knew why he is here , more than you could ever have known ^
Fingra drew her breath in .
// Even if he is , even if he does aware to what he is , it can’t be bad for me , the man is simple to the bone , with the make of his deep intellects , reflections of thousands mirrors in front of him and just like that , he would statued himself to the clearest notion , and why he is standing behind it , non~chalantly , anyway . Indispensable character this man is , Ste.p for movie makers like me . The visualizations in the restrained wordings coming from him are brilliant . //
Fingra looked to the wet tea leaf in her saucer , fingering with it , and continued ,
// Why the tone of your voice this way , Ste.p ? What possibly could he be having in his mind if he is a time.jumper ? //
Ste.p put a finger on his lips , motioning to her to ease her questioning expression and the worried look , as Rumb walked in with his empty glass .
17 Your Mostly was a fine edge of the seat , Ste.p . 17
^ Thank you . By all means , have another ^
Ste.p pulled out a chair near him to which the bottle of Mostly stood right in front of it on the table .
// Have another Rumb , and do tell me , I insist about , on that edge of the seat , that fine state that you’ve just mentioned //
Fingra gave a quick look at Ste.p , the corner of her eyes without actually looking at his face , her chin lingered in his direction a moment longer while her eyes looking at Rumb , hopeful .
Rumb walked to the wooden chair and sat smiling and without a word , poured himself a glass of Mostly .
17 Not easily attainable , does put ideas in any thinking minds , don’t you agree , Ste.p ? 17
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^ Most definitely . The methods in acquirement numbered your possibilities in the end , if you see it coming , anything that is about seeking into values , are back reflecting to it’s most desired happenstance . ^
Rumb raised his eyebrows towards Ste.p and looked at Fingra ,
17 Are you saying having acquired rare items do give that certain edge in life and also predictable in the finding destiny in details ? 17
^ I am saying that fine edge of the seat , once it in the phasing of the time of who acquired ‘the rare items’ sees to it , that the pattern is easier to be accessed into again . And usually without the person’s knowledge that he is seeking into it automatically , the pathways boiled down to a simpler maze , every single time . And anyone with the right frame of mind will never forget the justification in getting to that edge , Rumb . Especially in the finer things in life ^
Fingra motioned to Rumb to pass her the bottle and she looked into the dark color measuring to how much left , and poured it into her tea .
// Values tightened the clarity , ain’t it , Rumb ? //
Rumb sniffed the liquor and glance at Fingra ,
17 I think it is the other way around , Fingra . Look into the depth of Humanity first , and then , only then to their products , it display honesty better in the printed paper . But then again , that bitter aftertaste , a little at the tip of my teeth , is that normal , Ste.p ? 17
Ste.p sensing the after touch , the nudge in the lilt ; the toning extending a little too soon with Rumb’s face looking at him before the question was done for .
Time is justice to this man , Ste.p mused . And funny in the flip of the pie , to where justice is measured through in it’s basis of truth relying to time , truth would not have a valid say to how this man would see into his own timing .
Strange , but when existence manifests , it is unforgivable to see someone can be so unaware of that method’s potential .
This is in the few basics of innovation in his discovery with the recordings , | Dissertation ; As When Nothing Applies | , as Fingra would make fun of him in the past .
The innovators are ‘brutal’ when it is translated to human minds . The sitting in meditations would guarantee you peace beyond imagination and reality , but it also promises plenty of ‘nothing’ to Record about .
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^ It is normal to have that aftertaste . It depended on what you recently ate . It plays on the living enzyme against the old tree it was stored in , deep into the sea , Rumb . The waves sang into Mostly , in the making for hundred of years then and into your hand and palate eventually .^
// Do you think , Ste.p , that the movements in the Earth is lending a hand to how we are working into the very destiny to how we see into ourselves , thus the variations in each man ? //
Ste.p smiled at Fingra , sighed and stared into her eyes ,
^ it explained inertia best , ain’t it Fingra ? So much for the reaction against and for and also not to mention the wasted time in the matter of preferences . Until what will stopped and actually making sense to our existence ? The waves , the rocking motions , the circular believing patterns are as old as our seeds , even then it is created with that points , clarified and here we are making values to what it is we believed for us to cherish together .
Invention , invention and invention .
As fast as we could come up with it , the faster we will leave it for another sense of validation as long as it promises that steps ahead . ^
Fingra nodded , and raised her glass to her lips ,
// Even without results and proofs . Well I can tell you this , I am not that desperate . I am simply automatic to the ‘that’ clarification , to any kind of clarity … even if it opens up to a path to more lies and downfalls . Didn’t you the one who said it Rumb , to me the other day , ‘just because it is don’t mean it ever was’ ? //
17 The importance on the good things that you happened to rely on , Fingra . The titling is important , I rather not used the phrases to … a glow worm , for instance . It clarify the notion nonetheless clearly but could be dangerous if it’s wrongly misinterpreted . The listeners are indeed on different levels and needs . 17
On the surface , same old destinations , arrival at a slight variations in time , expected with this seedings of character . The surprises are at the turn of every road and usually it is with packages or gifts , only to provoke the depth working it’s familiarity into the pattern or whomever happened to be having the discussion with him .
Interesting , Ste.p quietly mused about Rumb with the wet and warm tea leaf in his hand .
^ Trust , Rumb . It seems that you are heading into that direction . The heading are few sometimes , but it is all that it needs . When The All started to need , the more in the plenty started to get the nemesis working up in the game . Edge of the seat , Rumb , acquirements in the end , rebel within down to things that are irrelevant to the matter of the hearts . The minds get all …. ^
He let his sentence finished with a hook , with a look ,
// The blame ? Swing both ways and you still get the cut ? We are not living in that kind of industry in methods , no ? I hope not . The sacrificial thinking men up on the guillotine stage , are not what I am looking for in the coming future . Resist and ye shall have it , passionate fool fucks best with all the dangers and excitements around , but I rather take dull intellect and work from there . //
Fingra winked at Ste.p .
He laughed while Rumb drank his Mostly carefully and asked Rumb ,
^ Still that bitter after taste ? ^
Rumb grinned ,
17 Not with her around … 17
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