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Hole in the Wall: Moon over Desert Within solitude, there is self-beauty to be discovered. Engage silence and dismiss the want to share. And dismiss the necessity to be liked. And love the abstract of your abyss. Be satisfied by the soiling and scratching of time. Whilst crawling and scampering throughout. The same mistakes. The same divisions. The same crisis. When secrets have long passed their importance. And the desert sea shimmers under full moon. Recognise that glorious intent is cyclical. Without thought and without hoopla grasp this intent. Without the need. Without the seeing. What is fully understood is quickly dismissed. Your story has the greater impact. Your synthesis of fact diminishes being. Nothing will hurt you in your solitude. Within cyclic patterns enable the time to feel your situation. What is in determinism. As an insect in forrige. And thankful for the ambient light. The casting your domain is difficult to define. Let in the univ...

Godin Chat Make your story live and cherish every single scene. Connect to the grid and revolutionize yourself. You can shout from the tallest building. Shop in the deepest arcade. Eat within the most crowded cafe. This is your time,  be heard and seen. Within the scope, we all live within a shadow of revision. Find the noisy space between the shadows. Don't remain silent. Rejoice and celebrate your life amongst others. As the sun rises. And as the sun sets.

Across the scrub and through the winter's cold. Through the wind tunnels of our cities we go. Foraging forward to the promises of a warm embrace. Then when it appears safe to count. The whispers from our night mind contorts order of event. Of what was never to be considered or to be questioned. What is termed as to be expected? Is not present in refraction, glimmer and enticement. Until the realization when all should be questioned and disorientated. What turns our attention is not what we seem. As we are desperately unhinged from the stories of heritage. And so it continues this paradox of acceptance and distraction. We do not want to be seen through distraction. However, as the light changes and the whispers entice our attention. The management of knowing seeps through our figures. Go to sleep and pass through pulsating dreams. Wake afresh with new realizations. It is in unconsciousness we make sense.

And here we think we stand. Alone and wanting for eternal love. We never fully trust research data. We are fully engineered to trust ourselves and follow gut reactions. So stand for with me in motion and deny the silence. There is a probability we can enter into new realities. Scratch this fabric until it bleeds. Spend time gazing into your own abyss. Stand with me as we defy our controlled order. How simple it is to watch time erode our constructed barriers. Our personal walls can be treasured only once poised as in-ruin. Then we can enjoy scampering over our past efforts. Whilst trying to remember the gems from our once greatness.

GODin Pot In our time of relative peace, there are those who will forthrightly blame others to gain ascension. They seek revenge through blinded principles. But it is foolish for our society to gain prosperity from grounds of wrong. To gain via perceive threats is untenable. Centuries of thought have passed and still our want to employ hate lingers. That is, to stop others and to gain our wants through forced misfortune. And as our inflictions grow in number so does our determination. Us theirs and ours cannot be decisively contained. The more our empowered profiles gain clarity the less our perceived enemy is defined. Until our enemy has no humanity that we can describe. Until only shouts of evil and defiance describe only our state of understanding. Within this scenario of threat, our real purpose is deliberately camouflaged. And us we and they can no-longer see and or remember what was. This is how our leading few maintains normalization. Sc...

Godin Paradise And when the door is left open Weary from all those confrontations Are there any who really feel at ease? With those who are prepared to pay And others are paid to ward off evil With money in hand quality of service is near enough guaranteed So that the hordes of fattened bodies are able to bask in the sun Tendered to, by their belief in the protection of wealth In this a slender time where nothing can be permitted to go wrong And yet in this field of bliss, we tentatively know reaping can rear and strike

Hole in the Wall: REFUGE strip We have the consciousness to make sense of our physical realities. We do not have the physics to make sense of our consciousness. Why do we need to protect ourselves from our own inventions? As we normalise the killing we design safety nets that are thin and ultimately useless.