Sweet 160 (158 w/o rough drafts)

Un de mes premier souvenirs avec ma soeur, c'était quand j'avais environ 7 ans. Cette journée-là, j'étais allé au dentiste, et j'avais été demandé si je grinçait (ou claquait?) des dents pendant que je dormait. Vraiment, j'en ai aucune idée, et je ne pensais pas que je le faisais. Mais comme ma soeur et moi dormions dans la même chambre, peut être qu'elle l'aurait sû.

Je lui ai demandé, et je ne me rappelle plus de sa réponse.

What was more important for me was telling her a prophecy that I had, in this one dream I have.

Not to be a pokemon master and to collect them all, but rather that there was a planet somewhere, somehow, where I could train some Pokémon, have a blast with Digimon, become a true fighter like in DBZ, and be a great duelist in the Yu-Gi-Oh card game. I think there was a fifth dimension that I wanted to share at the time, but I forget what it was now. It probably had some dragons, though.

Never let go of dreams, but you're allowed to push/pull them wherever for a while.

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Dark to light, light to tark, dark to lite.

I hear people speak about darkness.
I hear Nietzche talk about the abyss.
My inner resonators gain and lose control depending on my inner responses to things, and I know of only two ways to modulate them, two things that will always be with me wherever I go, two passionate emotions, and yet, so devoid of meaning sometimes that I wonder if I really am just overreacting, or underreacting, or even reacting at all.
The dark and light expand like an abstractious dance of hope and death that don't seem to want to stop too much. If I wish them away, they stare at me from beyond... just, beyond.

My inner and outer promises keep on accumulating, and I can't seem to find much subtraction anywhere. My subtractions are people that I absolutely adore that avoid me, perhaps subconsciously, but with hidden purpose. Those that I try to keep away only manage to make me feel horrible about myself, so much that I have no choice but to stay put and wait, wait forever, wait for my own truths to shine.

But a star can't shine without at least another light source, otherwise what is shine?

How do I divide by i?

-Kaleidoscope

Brute force.

Yeah, I'm gonna have to brute force through my Songbird library, but it should be better in the end. Let's hope backup systems are running okay.

Objectif: Islande!

Destination: Iceland!

Iceland when will I get to you?!

Who knows, I hope it's serendipidous!

In more calming news, I've been coming up with quotes lately. Thoughts that are formulated into quotes, and my quote-pseudonym is called Gabalazriel.


The inherent problem with quotes is that, because they're usually short (the kind of quotes I'm talking about, anyway), there's a likely chance that someone's already come up with something like it already, somewhere, maybe in some other language.

I take the sum of all my knowledge and apply it to a few words that I connect together. Could I be accused of plagiarism for that? I don't think so. Pretty much everyone borrows ideas from everything. I can understand why there's a need for "intellectual honesty" in a commonly accepted reality i.e. an academic setting where there's an exchange happening between different people(s), though, otherwise the people who are set in their way to consciously steal ideas from other people for "profit" get way too much power.

The Medium is the message, but the happy medium is the messenger. -Gabalazriel



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