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An eve as most presume, is the summer sun and half lit moons appearance but in actuallity. Life is a constant sequence of remorseless accounts of i"if its just me whos counting?".
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 10:46:57 No. 6074125 Report Quoted By:
That being. The man above the house that resides ontop of a hill, whos entrance level examination of specifications that all human lifeforms seem to be reading off of in terms of "is this an idiot or am i being used". He (the man above the house on the hill) was Waskah. Waskah was an older yet stunningly stricken individual. He had low selfesteem but managed to bring himself to form a reputation and relationship with some of the most influential conspirers of his time. From unethical war crimes to self sabotaging staged escapades that shocked the world from the seat to the tv screen in form of sunday level news reports. His lifestyle was one of reputation, yet his physical style was that of a man who had yet to realise his consequences are his actions.
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 10:52:52 No. 6074127 Report Quoted By:
Through sheer understanding. Waskah had no form of trust yet he maintained that "trust was of the vital essence of suprise". Through sheer understanding, man, being of the self esteem of an individual (indi being rockband and i dual being the narrative of living being in two sides of a single swirling circle reffered to as concious-exerted expressions). Is it true. That life itself is a facade and only the viewer is to blame for such a misconception of "gross missuse of living?" Are men really to blame for acts exerted upon another? Or is it the viewer whos to blame for bringing to light atrocities that exist without the need to recognize those involved? Waskah being a man who created a life without the need for recognizing the living factor from within himself and the observed relation between waking and restful states of partial to fractionally partial observant feats of "me, myself and i".
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 11:01:48 No. 6074129 Report Quoted By:
On the rolling and tumbling level of living a life for a place to rest was only as commendable as the man who had walked it before him. Why was it that Waskah had created such a level of living? Why? Drop the why and convey the question of how... How did waskah create a level of living that involved the removal of self from a percieved crime and the introduction to the self (the me the myself the I) . Waskah had involved the standard of compromise. That compromise being "its only a crime if those involved are aware of another being to blame for the way with which they are forced to behave on account and off accounted. In other words. Waskah had created such unethical means of pursuit. That even he, had no level of understanding how his stance in his own 4 walls of insurance were able to penetrate into the 4 walls of anothers space without intrusion. By the end of the course that Waskah had created for someone like Harvey to partake in. He had hoped to witness the same level of downfall with which he had partaken in without even noticing a change within nor without him until the day he put down a paper and realised that 73% of attrocities from Radio-air wavelengths of expression. To visual televised dish to dish reception and verbal audio internal sound scape productions that the self exclaims for the self to recognize an internal level of understanding that. Varying from individual organism to individual organism minus a hive-mind. Understands due to its level of understanding the self of selfs.
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 11:16:36 No. 6074134 Report Quoted By:
On the surface. Harvey was aged and weathere but in reality or to put it perfectly. In comparison of experince to personality shifts daily. He was only as ready as his body allowed him to feel. Waskah. Being an individual of compromise. Had given his self an ultimatim. "If we are to blame, then why am i judged by another?". Having life like any other. Why am i to blame for the actions and reactions of myself over anothers reactions and actions in relation to the latters appearence of "criminal conduct and verdict handing upon a sentence another had devised for another in terms of" "i have seen and i saw this; surface to surface he is x and he is y but he is never o". The man who conducts himself proffessionally has never been asked How did they create the right to rule a mans actions upon another and then into the deeper aspects of that invisible think box he mistakenly calls a mind in terms of psychology and psychological needs for psychiatric help. How many have suffered at the hands of men who proclaim to man that "crime is criminal and criminals commit crimes and crimes are for criminals and criminals commit crimes". He hasnt mistaken himself for another. He isnt coping with living by lumping fiction for fact and spinning until it all sounds the same. He simply commits to the notion he put fourth as a man to he, himself, a man. "That i am not to blame until i am held accountable for my actions that only myself is to blame". In comes Harvey to his place of peace. The National Library of Disturbulance. A grand town with a city like feel and a residency level of 573 individual organisms living outside the bustling cities that dot in intervals the landscape of Candania. The latest and greatest in living research was about to commence and only Harvey and Waskah would be aware of its effects upon the self.
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 11:27:38 No. 6074136 Report Quoted By:
For more than 28 years, Harvey had no time limit outside of his own attention to his appitite. His appitite being that of consequence to his form and present able bodied appearance. On the surface. He was ready to commit. On the the internal level of sense and awareness of his vessels commands. He was frail and unable to determine if his thoughts were being read like a book for others personal gain. His mothers death. Allowed for him to intercept the understanding that his family lay bare a created mass of wealth. That he, himself, (h)I. Had introduced the world to a level of living that only the martians of movies would acknowledge as wealth. He denied the appeals of the senses of others in terms of monitary and began to accumulate wealth of an internal sense. The wealth of freedom from contemplation of the worldly urges and the comprehension that "living is for living and i am indeed" *checks pulse* "alive!". Without hesitation, Harvey was entertained and never needed more than a friend for a friend with his friends. Waskah had other ideals but only he himself was eligible to catch and kick those wants with needs that had applicable accredited solutions to his needs and wants.
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 11:45:44 No. 6074150 Report Quoted By:
Waskah had removed his urge to content with the remorse of being his own body without the need for urges either self constructed (which to him seemed highly improbable) or to the world around (which he concluded and probable given the stance of self aware to exerted awareness over the processing of action to reaction and reaction to action of the self of another). Waskah was heading to his local grocer the day that Harvey had mistaken his black cat for anothers. "The world spins and a man has lost his senses by pronouncing anothers name to another" cough *points Waskah* "that is my furry friend; friend?" Shoots Waskah. *Harvey scratches his head* "is it °_°' ha ha" "i hadnt noticed" removed Harvey. "Its quite alright men" "mistakes often take us by suprise" "Howdy men, the names Teh Waskah, Teh Waskah Alba-Turkey-Necks" grins and snides Waskah "Howdy men my name is Harvey Emp-T" "Emp-T being a middle or last name men?" Replies Waskah "Emp-T is my last name ha ha" "Blackness is my middle name but its a bit embarrising" "my elder aunty gave me that middle name" "she was senile at the time" "she had floated away with the magic of the frairies ha ha" *continues to scratch his head* "Frairies? What are those?!?!" Humbles Waskah "Frairies are the friends of my elder aunty and her families that associate on the basis of being Dictators to Regions and places that are other wise free flowing" replies Waskah "ahh, in the way with no way to explain why they did it in the first place" "ur aunty and her friends sound like they cry when they get wacked" inquires Waskah "would i be right about my understanding of ur elder aunty and her 'families' way of living dear boy?". "Youd be more than right Teh Waskah old buddy old pal" "youd be spot on and lovinit" *both in unison* "ahahahah" "Waskah is fine My Good Friend Harvey 'Blackness' Emp-T but ill just call you Harvey Nuts for short" "come on Harvey Nuts old buddy old pal" "lets get a beer" "on ur way Hitler my black cat" "you behave urself while Papa find his friend a place to sit down and politic" "gurglegurglegurgle stinki ediot owner" "this way Harvey Nuts" "the world as an oyster is open to me" "right on Waskah Thanks men" "No problem Harvey Nuts my old buddy old pal" "the world is a friend to me".
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On the glance i see you smile ID:ArwqaIXC Mon 05 Aug 2024 12:01:45 No. 6074166 Report Quoted By:
Humble but never humbled Waskah had always been entertained by the sight of idiots and E-D-ets but very rarely was he taken by suprise. His life was filled by the understanding that me myself personally was of short lived entrance level comprehension of the world that surrounds the self, unless he partakes in the understanding that life was only as approachable as the attitude with which greets it. Glances and glanced are the only appearances of a man that lived out his life behind the doors of those who knew him informally, but to Waskah, the names of those he met rarely returned happy. He always seemed to find his approach was "command the commanders and control the objective to control the flow of speeders that passed by his pressence of controlled factors". "Losing the last of my family really took a toll on me Waskah ol buddy old pal" adds Harvey Nuts "mm the moving of worlds is indeed an entrance that rarely is lit and always has a place for those who created the attitude of by-pass the agressive and instigate the agressed" conveys Waskah "instigated the agressed?" Questions Harvey Nuts as he scratched his head in confusion "life has its way Harvey Nuts old buddy ol pal" "you really should look after that old manor you find in ur name" "i know a few boys personally who would be entertained to introduce themselves into ur personal position if acknowledging to acknowledged in terms of the me the myself the (h)I" promotes Waskah "id like one more please waiter before i head off into the unknown" "word of the wisest Harvey Nuts buddy pal" "stay the fuck off my lane and never return to the world i walk" *shocked and shaken by grief* "will do Waskah men thanks for-" "fuck.....off.....".
