@sorti-fantastic poney
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Rejection. Abandonment. Of giving everything I am and still it falls short.
Rejection veils encouragement to overcome acknowledgment of the illusion of falling short.
Accepting yourself will not leave you short of anything, so the next person who rejects you will be, but one less companion who has temporary left \"the building.\" 😄
SISTER-SAN *siting int a trance*
Ahhhso Brother-San, may I take the pebble from your hand? *bowing low* 😄
you may love the pebble as how you may love all that exists. 😄
*gathering seemingly innocuous looking smooth pebble to heart and cradling it* Thank you, I will treasure it always. 😄
Did you hear a gong?
LOL You sir, put on your slippers and do up the frog closures on your silk jacket. There is family business at work.
Did you hear a gong? ~ I hear OM, and i bet you do too, sista! 😄
I like Cheese. from Manowar, and sorti\'s home-made cheese 😉
Love that. Forty oz beers love that too haha.
*sitting in lotus position, fingertips joined* Ahhhh yes. OM. Universal vibration.
Not enough vibration, Gotta give me that good vibrations ~ Starts singing beach boys.
Oooo now that is in my head, I form the rebuttal of Chubby Checker, 'The Twist'. No good...*singing* gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations a happenin' with her..
^^^ That is pretty badass. I like the creepiness to the cover.
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^ I agree with this one. And another, misinformation leading to misunderstanding and assumption.
I actually must agree with this I go back and forth whether its connected to caring what others think or basically just the feeling of humiliation and embarrassment one goes through. When I do things say things any sort of communication I think back and process How I said How I did and then I'll feel a bit embarrassed to myself If It didn't go as plan.
I guess I'll have to say miscommunication, I don't like the whole you think one think they're thinking another. Frightens me.
Hmmmm interesting to know. You should try the rhetorical method to improve your communication skills.
I could relate, but this isn't much of a problem for me. Caring for what the other person thinks based on my communication skills isn't my prime concern. My articulation: the creative drive i have is the root of all my fears. Often, I would create wondrous music, penetrating theories, and mathematical creations, but I constantly keep these thoughts within myself due to the fact that i may be looked upon as strange for having peculiar ideas that nobody would possibly understand or fathom. Another thing, as soon as these thoughts of mine turn into spoken words, the value is lost.
There are quite a few people who enjoy what i have to say, but I prefer to listen to everyone... Everyone has something valuable to say, even if it has been stated already.
Reason, i say a few people because most people enjoy small talk rather than the constant philosophical quandaries of the unknown.
Which is really a shame since I opened that time space portal the other day in the bathroom.
Yeah, no wonder. I, remember bathing in my shower to be bathing in your showering. Dude, how do you make\'em!?!?
Go back in your Cave!!!
Posted by sorti-fantastic poney
Yeah, no wonder. I, remember bathing in my shower to be bathing in your showering. Dude, how do you make\'em!?!?
You have a nice set down, park last nights dinner and think very deep thoughts. Soon an entire vista of possibilities emerges.
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Such strange procedures instill our behaviors like the dripping lights beyond the vanishing horizons...
What is your greatest fear? Honest answer.
Mine: Humiliation; the thoughts I constantly attest for plausible answers to the unknown.
Those of you that shun misconceptions: \"Never reject the fallacies of the impossible from the possible because one\'s ability to attain the apparatus of the omnipotence retains an ingeniousness of the quandary.\"
Actually, here is the cross that passes through my mind: the thought process. Although i retain decent articulation skills to rhetorically adjust my quandaries into mechanisms from the furthest depths of hell, the fear of losing my focus in melancholy remains engraved in the analogy of white lighting that engulfs the milestone of all requiem masses in each sections of a hole. Really, I will never understand anything besides the realities (illusions) of all that exist. The ideologies of all are only but a manifest of the glass ceiling standing in true latent colors on the high power-elite pedestal with the dysfunctional intent to fall into shambles.
Yet the egg shell speaks for glory, the yolk has fried away the natural sources of true humility.
What do you perceive?