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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Lathargic Yamen Plutomium Soliloquy Yoda Catalyst Heathen Erstwhile Déjà vu Elipse Idealic Catastrophic

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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Il me semble.

Que mon "papa" va lire toutes les choses qu'il lui sont donne, mais ne veux rien savoir de mon monde. C'est triste.

A switch in a writing topic.

It might sound just two sided (I have that fear anyway and believe me, I really hate that categorization, I hate choosing sides in life), but I've decided that I can write in a more close-minded manner, instead of always having my head up in the clouds and having broad, not-too-concrete posts about my thoughts on things.

Doing some dancing in the kitchen, trying to escape the horrifying, engulfing (but somehow manageable) feeling caused by unfair restrictions imposed upon me by the family that I currently live with, I come to realize something that finally helps express the creativity that I cannot seem (or want) to stop flowing. It's something I used to do as a child, and it's nice to be able to explore aspects of me that have for so long been shadowed by my brain.

A good dance (altogether depending on what environment I'm in) is expressing the thoughts that circulate through my being in a manner that is convincing and expresses that energy, all the while maintaining a respectable sense of what the observers (if any) might like to see.
This creates a sort of loop where the observer influences the movement of my body, and I respond to it by continuing... with dancing!

But the prime mover should always be the dancer when he/she/it is dancing, the influence should be shared, yes, but with most of the control from the dancer.

There are times where I would love to just lose that control though, but with fear of repercussions, it's so difficult to get over.

Am I human, or are we dancers?

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Beware of the bandwagon.

For it lures even the most -innocent- of victims...