IN SPITE OF TELEPHONES (I DON'T NEED YOUR SHIT), EMAILS, VOICES IN FRONT OF ME, SYMBOLS OF ALL KINDS, IN ALL COLORS, SHAPES, AND PATTERNS.
I WILL CONTINUE. AND I SHALL ENTER ANOTHER DIMENSION OF THE REALM WHILE AT THE SAME TIME DISENGAGING MY CEREBRUM AND MY BEING FROM THIS VIRTUAL REALITY.
PLANES FLYING.
MONOPOLIES GROWING.
THINKING HOW WE ALL ARE ONE FAMILY AND JUST WAITING FOR OUR TRUSTWORTHINESS AND FREEDOMS TO BE FULLY RESTORED.
A SMILE IS ALWAYS THE FIRST STEP IN BETWEEN WORLDS.
THANK YOU, AND GOOD DAY TO ALL.
PS - DON'T FEED THE DOGS
IN THE CUPBOARD AT WORK WAS A MAN WHO LIVED THERE AND DIDN'T CARE IF HE GOT SEVERELY EATEN. OTHERWISE EVERYTHING LOOKED FINE IN ALL CORNERS OF THE ROOM. HE SAID, "WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING BUT WE ARE ALREADY THERE." NO, YOU ARE SAYING THE WRONG THING. A TRUE ASTRONAUT MUST BE MORE OF A TRAVELER THAN A TOURIST. THERE IS A ROAD BETWEEN FRIENDSHIPS; BUT NOT ONLY A ROAD. YOU SHOULD REALLY MAKE HIM BEHAVE AND ACT LIKE A REAL MAN. I HAVE A VISION OF PARIS, BARCELONA, ROME, BUT IT HAS BEEN KEPT SECRET. TOASTER SAYS MY FRIEND IS LYING TO ME. THE ESSENCE OF HUMAN BEINGS IS WARMTH.
TRAFFIC STOP SIGNS THAT HAVE BEEN IGNORED: SUCCESSFUL CRIMINAL. YOU WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT A BRAKING SYSTEM. (BUT THEN AGAIN...) SAFETY, RIGHT? SAFETY, SURE. I HAVE HAD DIFFICULT TIMES BEING AGGRESSIVE, BUT YOU KNOW SOMETIMES A PERSON NEEDS TO FEEL IT. LISTEN TO THIS CLASSIC COMEBACK. IT STARTS AS ONE MAN. AS THE MOMENT OF INFAMY GIVES WAY TO SECOND THOUGHT, HE BEGINS TO REPLACE HIS WORDS. AT THIS POINT, HE EXPLAINS WHY HE CAN'T HAVE THE FAVORITE FOOD. I HAVE BEEN ON SACRED GROUND FOR 20 YEARS, ALONE. SUDDENLY IT SEEMS LIKE THEY ARE JUST SHOWING THEIR HAIR WHEN THEY THINK I AM NOT LOOKING. DIFFERENT FOLKS FOR DIFFERENT STROKES. WHY SETTLE FOR A GLASS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE BOTTLE FOR FREE?
CAR BEEPS AHEAD OF ME, I GRAB THE BODY SHIELD, SLAP ON THE WINDSHIELD ADJUSTMENT, AND THUMP BACK ONTO THE CARPET. YES, THIS IS FOR THE TROOPS AT DIAGONAL ORBIT I AM A FREE MAN FOR A MERE SECOND. CANNONBALL. LAST ONE TO THE DEEP END IS A ROTTEN EGG. HARD ON THE OUTSIDE, SOFT ON THE INSIDE. ALL THIS STUFF HAS BEEN THROWN AWAY AND NO ONE CARES. GOOD HEAVENS, A DUMPSTER OF PHOTOS, VIDEO TAPES, AND MEMORIES. NO SCRAP METAL THOUGH.
I WILL CONTINUE. AND I SHALL ENTER ANOTHER DIMENSION OF THE REALM WHILE AT THE SAME TIME DISENGAGING MY CEREBRUM AND MY BEING FROM THIS VIRTUAL REALITY.
PLANES FLYING.
MONOPOLIES GROWING.
THINKING HOW WE ALL ARE ONE FAMILY AND JUST WAITING FOR OUR TRUSTWORTHINESS AND FREEDOMS TO BE FULLY RESTORED.
A SMILE IS ALWAYS THE FIRST STEP IN BETWEEN WORLDS.
THANK YOU, AND GOOD DAY TO ALL.
PS - DON'T FEED THE DOGS
IN THE CUPBOARD AT WORK WAS A MAN WHO LIVED THERE AND DIDN'T CARE IF HE GOT SEVERELY EATEN. OTHERWISE EVERYTHING LOOKED FINE IN ALL CORNERS OF THE ROOM. HE SAID, "WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE GOING BUT WE ARE ALREADY THERE." NO, YOU ARE SAYING THE WRONG THING. A TRUE ASTRONAUT MUST BE MORE OF A TRAVELER THAN A TOURIST. THERE IS A ROAD BETWEEN FRIENDSHIPS; BUT NOT ONLY A ROAD. YOU SHOULD REALLY MAKE HIM BEHAVE AND ACT LIKE A REAL MAN. I HAVE A VISION OF PARIS, BARCELONA, ROME, BUT IT HAS BEEN KEPT SECRET. TOASTER SAYS MY FRIEND IS LYING TO ME. THE ESSENCE OF HUMAN BEINGS IS WARMTH.
TRAFFIC STOP SIGNS THAT HAVE BEEN IGNORED: SUCCESSFUL CRIMINAL. YOU WOULD HAVE DIED WITHOUT A BRAKING SYSTEM. (BUT THEN AGAIN...) SAFETY, RIGHT? SAFETY, SURE. I HAVE HAD DIFFICULT TIMES BEING AGGRESSIVE, BUT YOU KNOW SOMETIMES A PERSON NEEDS TO FEEL IT. LISTEN TO THIS CLASSIC COMEBACK. IT STARTS AS ONE MAN. AS THE MOMENT OF INFAMY GIVES WAY TO SECOND THOUGHT, HE BEGINS TO REPLACE HIS WORDS. AT THIS POINT, HE EXPLAINS WHY HE CAN'T HAVE THE FAVORITE FOOD. I HAVE BEEN ON SACRED GROUND FOR 20 YEARS, ALONE. SUDDENLY IT SEEMS LIKE THEY ARE JUST SHOWING THEIR HAIR WHEN THEY THINK I AM NOT LOOKING. DIFFERENT FOLKS FOR DIFFERENT STROKES. WHY SETTLE FOR A GLASS WHEN YOU CAN HAVE THE BOTTLE FOR FREE?
CAR BEEPS AHEAD OF ME, I GRAB THE BODY SHIELD, SLAP ON THE WINDSHIELD ADJUSTMENT, AND THUMP BACK ONTO THE CARPET. YES, THIS IS FOR THE TROOPS AT DIAGONAL ORBIT I AM A FREE MAN FOR A MERE SECOND. CANNONBALL. LAST ONE TO THE DEEP END IS A ROTTEN EGG. HARD ON THE OUTSIDE, SOFT ON THE INSIDE. ALL THIS STUFF HAS BEEN THROWN AWAY AND NO ONE CARES. GOOD HEAVENS, A DUMPSTER OF PHOTOS, VIDEO TAPES, AND MEMORIES. NO SCRAP METAL THOUGH.