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I was born 4,679 days, 90 minutes into the new epoch. I write elsewhere too: http://follow-the.link/to-omars-writing

I um yeah. When I went out in public today, people were unusually uneasy, and in ways that I would expect only if I had already done something entirely offensive, of a grand scale to the person- in regard to their body language when they simply encountered me outside.

............ ..... .. . yep.

um then i came home home after running my one errand, trying to free blobs of cigarette crap from 15 years ago that i've been working slowly for 2 months out of my rib cage now that i finally have experienced the injury enough to know what it really wants not what my fear based reaction is, and all of that exhausting shit- aside- including the seriously insulting and hurtful (if i was pretending someones actions towards me changed how i felt about myself,) – shit and weird looks people were dishing out today ! i had people totally switch sides of the footpath and go to the opposite end of the walk way like from the street side all the way into the grass and shit, not just the edge of the sidewalk... and give the googly dropping out zombie eye, the lip snarl- the whole goddamn thing. even the mask adjust. from ACROSS The Street on sight of another human being while IN a cross walk.

today was weird yo.

then i got home and fecesfawk told me chinas golden boy is winning the election.


and um - like my dear friend Teresa said, —

Teresa Stansfield
Yesterday at 2:55 PM  ·
It's really hard watching all of these people I love so much get played like a damn fiddle. 😭

yep.

fawk

damnit.

i mean i cant even post this on facebuch people will spazzatoid, so it is here on my blog where they are too busy to see it, and i dont have to waste valuable vellum paper that i treasure dearly and reserve for fountain pen time, meditation time, and dream journaling.

vellum is perhaps the most luxurious paper you can purchase, aside from actual parchment. but it's not really even that different, the result is the same. its parchment made in a fast process with high pressure, and some degree of paper whitening. either acid base redox or something more caustic and a soak, rinse, and wash.

paper production is actually a seriously badass process and if you dont know anything about it- it is something i was turned onto when i was in kindergarten by some video we saw in class- it blew my goddamn mind at the time. sparked a thing.

in kindergarten, i was taking spanish, reading novels and books published between 1910 and 1984, and literally probably being one of the last generations of kids to actually have a normal fucking life. they had not turned the internet on , for everyone- and the rest of the comms grid, just yet.

;-P

oh but vellum is um okay so heres the thing — if you are a fountain pen user, they are entirely 100 percent different than a ball point pen ink, which relies on friction to come out. contact with your paper. so actually cheap paper, which contains a lot of fiber, is ideal for ballpoint pen.

the opposite</ is true for a fountain pen.

the entire experience and the control of the stroke relies on a perfectly bone smooth surface, and the users sensation in the hand, and real time micro-adjustments of all the motor bits and pieces in the writers hand- to modulate the final result of what the writing and or the particular stroke looks like.

it is, in short – a fucking art form.

so, vellum paper while a binder of 120 or so sheets will cost you a solid 6-12 dollars, or if you are insane, you can get more expensive ones too. i dont, because i just want to use my pen correctly without causing it damage.

you see, those fibers in the cheap paper get STUCK in fountain pen tips. messing them up. have you ever tried writing with a feather?

the rolling ball pen was invented because someone discovered that if you take something (i forget the substance in the ink right now and the kind of metal the ball is made out of)

but there is a weak ionic chemistry there- and it keeps some of the ink attached to the rolling ball.

the way the pen works, is as you push down and drag it across your paper, the thing is rolling the ball- by pressing it against the concave surfaces of the enclosure that holds it within 50% but much less than 50% of the distance from paper surface to rivet(flange,-really) that is holding it, okay so its really just a taper. they manufacture the pen tip, press fit the part you hold while writing, then drop the metal ball point inside, then attach the ink tube, then insert the ink (or before), then insert the end cap (or before), then the pen goes down the line.....

the fountain pen, uses gravity, and a tube of ink inside a hollow chamber like a little reserve, and a metal tip which has a hole on the front top, and on the back has horizontal gills. as you press down, the metal tip is abutted against the gills piece squarely in a mount or fitting, and the space flexes slightly at the tip of the pen, which for the last percentage of it, has a narrow almost invisible (except by the glint of light and ink dried onto it,) and this controls the flow of the pen.

as you press and move, gravity takes air bubbles and captures them from the space while you press and move to the next letters, and then the ink fills the space automatically by gravity- and enters the tip of your pen eventually. it is a really beautiful thing, and i have been writing like this since 1996 when i got my first one of my own, and i was mystified by my fathers and my grandfathers fountain pens before i managed to enter jr high school and secure my own during school shopping that year.

anyway.

ttyl.

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-the-power-to-change-your-life-lies-in-what-you-choose-to-do

.... read this post. unless you're a turd, then read this post. . maybe you should read thii (consi)wait (whaa) read this post, no ont, no rwead it OK ! do .. ? 😜 youre welcome fuck you too.


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+++++++ this is being edited. facebook is no editor, it has been copied to a proper text editor and will be replaced later. this is so you can read it raw and know life, nor anybodys thoughts are never perfect, and furthermore perfect is a fucking myth.

———————–.— the closest you can get to that is temporary stasis, but even that changes. so don't hurt your head if you are trying to be perfect, it is a fake thing and does not exist. instead read this post and think about how every moment, you have the power if you can see it at that time, the ability to change your entire world, by simply altering WHAT YOU DO .

I love you.

it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused.

I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won.

short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then,

-i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. i won.

  • i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. i won.

( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.)

fast forward to 2020 today nov —— and skip lots of details, because that's just too much for this story, but will be in the book -

For the first time since my car accident in 2005, March 10th- I feel reliably like I am actually in my 20s. ....I literally feel as young as the last identifiable memory freeze frame, of not only how good I can feel, but how good my physical body feels day to day RIGHT NOW,-

............ and this has it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won.

++++++short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— ++ ~ ++

~~~ then,

-i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck.

-i lived and worked. i got by.

-i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won.

-i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 }

~

I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- ~it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷 Be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused.

— I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. —

short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then,

-i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked.

-i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷it is time to share. i am finally healthy enough. if you thought you knew me, you know my spirit- surely. but as far as the volume of output or the usefulness, or the focused'ness' “ of my posts- be fore-warned for no reason other than love, you may about to be over the next few weeks or months, thoroughly confused. I've finally came out on top of a process that if you know me well or are paying attention, has come to the point where i am undeniably convinced i am here to stay, and i finally won. short version? – scene- san francisco, downtown . in the thick of life, like you could not possibly imagine unless you were there at the time. ——— then, -i got a bad car accident in 2005 it tore my roof off and messed up my neck. -i lived and worked. -i got jumped randomly by 4 people walking to work in 2008. they tried to kill me, and i won. -i packed an entire 1,000 square foot apartment FULL of 5 years of new belongings, and an entire 20 years of my life i had brought with, before moving in there, and went to my parents because fortunately they were still alive, and willing to help me. – i spent five years 2008-2013 with what felt like walking pneumonia. a cough daily, and lots of pain, joint cracking spine craacking and severe problems having a normal day. ( i am writing seperately a book about this, but this is a snippet i am sharing.) fast forward to 2020 today nov , and skip lots of details, i feel again like for the first time since the car accident in 2005, reliably like i am actually in my 20s. i literally feel as young as the last identifiably memory freeze frame, of how good i can feel, which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit... because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth, every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago. I am back, motherfuckers. I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix. so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit. GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 📷 } I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me. mwah ! 📷. has through my hard work and methodical effort – been re set to how vibrantly alive I felt when I was 21 years old. I kid you not, I am literally beside myself right now. Don't be jealous, it will just hurt you—— but know I am writing about this and thinking again deeply on it- to see what I can identify and understand from my experience, that which can be common and applied perhaps if one wishes, to ones own life- after understanding and familiarizing oneself with the process, and the things I perhaps – hypothetically realized and un-covered.

which was buried——– deeep in my dna or some shit...

because i not only recognize- but feel exactly the same when i move around now, as i did when I was 21 years old. and I am aged 37. i will become 38 this January 21st (actually), and I have to tell you, this is not something you can do a short cut on- i have been working like it is the only thing that matters on planet earth,

every waking second of my life, this has consumed me. #consumed. i mean that. until about a week ago.

I am back, motherfuckers.

I am grateful. You are not going to trump me, do not try, just work with me instead if you are afraid of me- I am not your enemy- I love all human beings, and we have an entire world to goddamn fix.

so , here we are. lets fucking do this shit.

GAME ON MOTHERFUCKER. {and if you have ever dated or been in a relationship with anyone who has kids, you are indeed a motherfucker. 😉 }

I love you , you stupid silly bastard stop judging me.

mwah ! 🙂

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It has taken me since 2007 to realize the search meta-operant syntax #facebook uses when you do a search in the upper left is as following in regards to weight:

-post words before either a (.) or a new line (aka you hit return.) -author -word order (in a very very strange way)

that seems to be it.

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well books change minds change. this is an not finished idea delineation.

— entre vou —

to me all of coreys books skate loosely between personal thoughts veiled as fiction and are not hard to see through, so its a great format for assuaging something more complex into the public view, imho. but the format is old and needs to be revamped with modern psychological understandings from the early 20th century onward, as a didactic to be effective-

iirc it need also speak directly to the story between the lines in parallel and lay it out simply as say an ongoing character monologue, as a device.

which brings it more into novel territory but fuck it- people need to understand some basic operating parameters of the modern world that instinct could not prepare them for if we are to ever get away from 'useless eater' syndrome, aka human waste of life conditionality.

—credo ego cogito sum, fin temporalis. for now.

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on the armour of the male psyche-
a technique for beginning to build cross-domain bi-lateral-hemispheric-connectivity-to-the-emotional-centres-of-the-brain-elsewhere-and-through-the-wounded-sub-conscious—-which—isnt—wounded—its-just—running—the—movies-radio-tv-program—instead—of—authentic—human—common—shared—day-to-day-values-responsibility-discipline-word-as-honor-etc—


^ abstract/hasty/v1.0rough going on

note- to all the men reading this thinking “Yeah right! Ha Ha!” you haven't had this experience yet, —– she is correct. —– Women need to feel safe, just like you need to feel attended to by her, she needs to be safe and provided for in part by you, but fully attended to emotionally when she needs it, weather you're “ready or not” because that is life.

sometimes it is very uncomfortable, and you have to force yourself to do new things you already deep down know you should be doing but push! a little further! past the unknown (and you cant see or define this part and thats why its scary for a moment)

but you push a littttle farther then everything you went in with, yourself, the other person, the stuff is all the same, but now you have the emotional connection- your body has grown, your mind has grown- you just got an upgrade! super mario collected a coin! a power up!

now you can do the thing without fear, and have it be done. then you get that accomplishment, and bring it along with you snowballing into a quiet strength you can use to show up and be attentive emotionally- the next time, more readily- and immediately if that previous challenge should re appear in the future. eventually you will model your life so differently as you grow and evolve, that old problems will remain that way,

and new problems are appearing but no longer are they problems, they are just now details, and you can even use them to grow directly from, by encorporating a non destructive functional element of that lesson, into how your mind percieves sets of variables, life situations, or the actions of other people, or their “strange” decisions.”

dont worry about remembering anything, either- ever. your brain does that by itself. if the pasta noodle is meant to catch it will stick to the wall, and all the files get pulled up automatically as you do a thing. thats how the brain works.

we are so very far away from most of this, as a society, a culture, and a global populace- but we can get back to living a more functional and aware, heart activated way of life.


so if un-armoured is what you're after


consider just doing things slowly, but without thinking about them. and then at the end of each day, make a list of the main tasks you did or achievements, and then take a break, put the list away, and the following day, after completing that evenings list, only then review the list from the previous day.

but with each line item do only one thing. Feel for your emotions around that item, when you see the item on your list. then close for the night.

if you need to cry, let it out,, after a few weeks of doing this it will surprise you.

its a male oriented model to beginning to uncover feelings. #psychology

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the blog as a buffer zone is a very real application in the modern age of communication and expanding functional cross domain dialogue.

see also: https://www.i4679.xyz/so-heres-a-little-nugget-about-marketing-psychology

minus this crap facebook adds to track every link you plug into it, or follow that was in it, at some point and hasn't had this code stripped off of it..


%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR0tGtMF1Lqyn-qFG4DuoiQEVvUaz97u5cBq-V4du8DBAcycL7cfNkdu9YM&h=AT24cDQ1GdRqtpTSezFnTqmXHCCM1h91JJK69WmTIPRoaFjFJbZYnXwAZwKq5F3F0RJht2LEMtOJViGsd-NOfCxtuRWM6kWcYgOXvOHVS0u1UAJxNuyyPDLcLA&tn=R]-R&c[0]=AT1YqXbD8l6fipwMzouD3WMf0oCqpbpTuY0vlydANuFZe-AXqNEiYwAdxJCZNJk3A9N0R4vPLw4cj8LULqYHGPiHe12vTEXlkNJfEDsxFuPINe58cPWO4r-l3EY4CROEQRp2ArfOxfMAfYg01n1Kdy

yeah. okay the enchiladas are almost done now. i have another 12:27 in the oven at 375. At first, the rosemary was shocking, but now i am noticing the effects of the alchemical dish I made, and will eat slowly over the next few days, because I feel super duper relaxed, high as hell (in the sense that my body is activated lots of interesting thing it normally wouldnt be doing because of the spices that have been heating up ..

and mixing together in the oven, (you neu hippies call it #synergy), you old hippies call it #alchemy, and regular people call it #cooking.

Then as these spices..adsorb and diffuse and agglomerate and are carried around and effuse into the air more and more...

i end up smelling it and having the effect without having eaten it. not as strong, not as involved, not as dynamic, but it's so powerful what i made it's already doing something.

thats how intentional mechanics, or what i call aether-dynamics, or harmony dynamics (as borrowed from robert boyd), when used correctly, in a disciplined, focused manner works.

all that is in there are regular spices from the grocery store. but the sense of calm here is as if the earth was standing still.


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ok im out ! hungry and stuff to do before then. you are loved, you are complex, you are simple, and you are freaking interesting- if nobody has told you that today.

go now, and do the thing. but stop, laugh and get some rest too.

.:. its all about realizing balance. .:.

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#marketing #psychology #marketing-psychology

#senses #embedding-trust-and-how-we-associate-it-in-a-simple-example-regarding-friendship-network-words-and-food.

and yes- this in full transparency – this post is a bit of psychological marketing strategy. I am friends with Elisha, and working on her websites, so she can help people with the incredible body of knowledge she holds and has studied, trained, and LIVED.  

SO I tagged #ayuredicalchemy as one of the tags, but did not include her website ending on that, because in the future, when she's ready to launch that for you guys, she will be the one to tell you ALLLLLLLL about what it is that she's doing. and truthfully I don't even know. but i want to build a subtle, sub-conscious register of the phrase “ayurvedic alchemy.”

so i've included it here. because eventually, you'll see it again, when she launches her thing to help people, whatever it's about, and you'll already almost maybe either trust it, or know what it is- the trust thing is not a manipulation- it's also a register. its called the familiarity register, and in human mind mapping if something is at least familiar, it is less of a threat. if the thing is known to have a function say a can opener, it even has a known purpose, and when you have a known utility you will find the can opener. same for whatever elisha is offering on this website- when it comes into the world. whatever she is offering, if it fits what you need at that moment, you will now trust that her website- through its association with my history with you, + plus having had me associate this memory with a most curious food item

and the primal emotion of nourishment and sustinence, this is how marketing is developed, and works.

im telling you all this because all the big companies do this stuff to you too, but their intentions may not always be good. but this is your “oh shit that is weird” lesson for today. in the amount of complexity that i can assure you is going to be the most interesting, and the least confusing.

beause as usual, there are tons of details and other things im leaving out, because i dont want your head to hurt, and i want you to get something useful from having read this.  

~Omar/Ramo/Ramon/Doctorbeans

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now, every day at mytribes is earth day.

https://mytribes.blog/new-graphic-identity-today-at-mytribes-net

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lesser link = less typing = more time = less arthritis and more ebay bid wins.

https://www.lessr.link = https://lessr.link http://www.lessr.link http://lessr.link lessr.link

you can type them all, it should work.

whatever is easiest to remember for you. thats part of the design.

but...

ever get tired of debugging software and go into the database to see what it's actually committing instead for a path? haha.. its so close to working ( not mytribes) something else. i've been working on a link shortener for the realized network, and mytribes.

www.lessr.link but its not 100% yet, but it all works, its just storing something wrong because of me, and the links wont load yet, but i have had this software working before, this is just a new installation, and i am changing the base set of features this time, you will be able to use lessr.link and generate your own short links. :)

this is a soft announce omar style, later i will eat things and make some pretty graphic for (Lesser Link) , aka www.Lessr.Link a link shortener, designed to give you a link of lesser length, but brings you to the same place.

who says less not more? sometimes, less is more, less is best! let your fingers do the voting, and perhaps you'll find much use in creating the lessr (lesser) link.

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