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The Rarity of Authenticity

Authenticity is something that was huge way back when I was putting my bit in as another wild jit. Being a biter (or worse a shark ie someone who just chomps anothers vibe entirely and shamelessly) was called out, in an instant, for each had their own flex. Why? Because it hints that the outer…

Flows Before Prose

I Am Awake

Every day you rise from bed shake your head and tell a fib. Do you know what that is? That you are awake. You aren’t. Not one bit. Instead you’ve slipped into a trance you’ve worn since back when two words first shattered your internal realms. All hence has been a dream my friend. For…

Inventure

Songs in the Key of Life

Time is the greatest illusion and if one buys into the delusion then confusion is all ye shall beget because its akin to delicately placing your head in your rear end and wondering where the light went and why its all stinking. You take someone who is old and wrinkled and ask them the age…

Inventure

Hate Is a Learned Emotion

Have you ever pondered how a screen mixed with three pixels, remixed, can make you feel a dazzling array of things? Life is much like this for we built tech in our image and, soon, it will become an imitation human as well. Thats a bit further along the line. For now lets speak on…

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Whats your story?

Your are all figments of my imagination in the simulation called life…

That means there are no strangers or enemies – only friends – who all teach me something about my Self.

Whats your story?