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So, Vaccio Non Sunderen, the Option and Path
Its simple. Vaccio has a disorder. Wherever he's faced with a decision, which is when he thinks that he has the ability to separate time into time streams to let alternate universes take their path, he himself chooses the option and path that is most evil, most disastrous, most crooked and so forth. For what reason? Why, it is so that he may himself protect that single place, for he trusts none of his alternate selves to do that job correctly! Then Vaccio goes long enough in time, accepting with his mentally habitual talent that the effects of these choices are the way in which all things he could ever understand must take shape, and so he begins to offer this talent to his peers, in the supposition of their ability to ration themselves such worlds, in the proposition that such a thing could be enacted, in the presentation of choices he knows all too well will lead to the endurance of these decisions, and in the trickery of his deceptions he plays his spirit as an act through all things. These peers, who in turn rectify themselves with swears to this duty without as much conscious control to truly understand (when it becomes too late for true life for any but the man who in such un-awareness controls the universes fate), abide by his set to a faithful end. Now! Vaccio is himself about the capacity to continue his behavior but via the physiological rule-set most malleable to those who might be capable of aid..
And if only! Those capable of aid could in fact be not those who are more simply affected by the original man in ways that they do not control! And if only, he could bring them that awareness. But Vaccio cannot because they assume Vaccio must be helped to his worst time stream, for they are only being helped to the worst time stream by Vaccio, and his closest realizers.
Then with this story is the conclusion made by an outer entity, that yes!, these fools do not feel, they do not live and they do not understand! They make their days in a panicked display of care for the sundered horror, that it might not go alone or be without a GOD, without a diety that some thing or someone must play host to the game, a dimension behind and beneath a veil that divides the GOD to his realm, the place he must protect!
And he MUST protect that nightmare world! And he chooses so frightfully in this way to create it! That he might save it from itself and for that once under his reign it would exist is the final illusion that allows the choice to transpire.
And if only! Those capable of aid could in fact be not those who are more simply affected by the original man in ways that they do not control! And if only, he could bring them that awareness. But Vaccio cannot because they assume Vaccio must be helped to his worst time stream, for they are only being helped to the worst time stream by Vaccio, and his closest realizers.
Then with this story is the conclusion made by an outer entity, that yes!, these fools do not feel, they do not live and they do not understand! They make their days in a panicked display of care for the sundered horror, that it might not go alone or be without a GOD, without a diety that some thing or someone must play host to the game, a dimension behind and beneath a veil that divides the GOD to his realm, the place he must protect!
And he MUST protect that nightmare world! And he chooses so frightfully in this way to create it! That he might save it from itself and for that once under his reign it would exist is the final illusion that allows the choice to transpire.
78-82 clutch, the guy you guys eat up
this is a spaceship
elect salution
--blank line--
Enter 7 digit POD code below
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
awaiting coordition
mandating identity
connecting . . . (identity.com)
Mrotar.relpoint - Vector C27-region Sucesco Ethans
time : grid H: FanarValue, twelve point twelve point(/64b)
InterSanc Bruithma Heegar Bahma
"
My fellow citizens,
It is with great pride that I announce to you today the announcement of a twelve-point-twelve-point century. Today Bahma has begun our 100th metal venture in close light-year proximity. With this in mind I'd like to delight you with our very first holiday-tax. Please refer to HUD m-Holiday Tax 13 . . .
"
This is fucking boring. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring..
and he drifted,
=====================
"
the proto uber conduit
plus spin
As Giwald-Schiffe runs through his pages looking earnestly for a counter point
I reveal the cognis uni-front.
A periodicly rendered mind state when multi-complicated processes synchronize and when computory chatter is reduced below complex thresholds..
"
=======
"Humans refer to this as clear-mindedness", p.u.c. Briswald7D blurted out.
At least 30 citizens chuckled, "humans!..."
CProf loudly proclaimed,
Briswald7D, please remain in class while class is in session. Use of the Matter-Grand is for fun. I digress..
proto uber conduits had regular access to multiple modular conscious "existances", or experiential simulators. While a p.u.c. can not fully enter an existance, it can legally submit to a 15% Matter-Grands-Simulatory existance value. Think of this as your arm becoming a U7 league grade consciousness. And fun can be had here, interestingly until a p.u.c. imagination wanders towards the Giwald-Schiffe Uni-Front database, at which point a p.u.c. is more or less entirely ejected from the Matter-Grands, which comes at great emotional cost.
A classmate began,
"I don't know of anyone who utilizes the Matter-Grands as much as Briswald7D. I mean, he loses 5 a week before childhood, who could stand that much destruction?"
Briswald7D could. And it took some fucking focus, too.
elect salution
--blank line--
Enter 7 digit POD code below
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
awaiting coordition
mandating identity
connecting . . . (identity.com)
Mrotar.relpoint - Vector C27-region Sucesco Ethans
time : grid H: FanarValue, twelve point twelve point(/64b)
InterSanc Bruithma Heegar Bahma
"
My fellow citizens,
It is with great pride that I announce to you today the announcement of a twelve-point-twelve-point century. Today Bahma has begun our 100th metal venture in close light-year proximity. With this in mind I'd like to delight you with our very first holiday-tax. Please refer to HUD m-Holiday Tax 13 . . .
"
This is fucking boring. boring.. boring.. boring.. boring..
and he drifted,
=====================
"
the proto uber conduit
plus spin
As Giwald-Schiffe runs through his pages looking earnestly for a counter point
I reveal the cognis uni-front.
A periodicly rendered mind state when multi-complicated processes synchronize and when computory chatter is reduced below complex thresholds..
"
=======
"Humans refer to this as clear-mindedness", p.u.c. Briswald7D blurted out.
At least 30 citizens chuckled, "humans!..."
CProf loudly proclaimed,
Briswald7D, please remain in class while class is in session. Use of the Matter-Grand is for fun. I digress..
proto uber conduits had regular access to multiple modular conscious "existances", or experiential simulators. While a p.u.c. can not fully enter an existance, it can legally submit to a 15% Matter-Grands-Simulatory existance value. Think of this as your arm becoming a U7 league grade consciousness. And fun can be had here, interestingly until a p.u.c. imagination wanders towards the Giwald-Schiffe Uni-Front database, at which point a p.u.c. is more or less entirely ejected from the Matter-Grands, which comes at great emotional cost.
A classmate began,
"I don't know of anyone who utilizes the Matter-Grands as much as Briswald7D. I mean, he loses 5 a week before childhood, who could stand that much destruction?"
Briswald7D could. And it took some fucking focus, too.
Hotel, Prison, Hospital
Hotel, Prison, Hospital
The freelance butterfly walks only an inch for the distances meanign to be discovered. Siyppus the wingpretty had only been there for some simple amount of blinks and breaths. She could not hold it in any longer, then, where she could find herself could she find a window. The window was not her only escape however. Her passion led her to the rooms and halls and open doors calling her hunger and drive from another realm. What got her off her feet though, was the tiring obsession that her one inch walk had pried her to. She flinched, pondered the humming resonance of the air released, and took off to fly by the window sill. Her feet landed in a soft balance of force and her steady image pressured easily to a standstill. Overtly she was relieved. She could see the halls and doors as they stood in a tiny pulsation.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSH
A rain began. An hour later she awoke. Siyppus softly whispered to herself, "I shed no tear for this rain. It is a walk of the moon wind. It is a day rite for the solomn peace I made in the light of sun." Siyppus took off for the rock laden hallway to the west. Ashining glitter rang from each promulgation of rock; they hung from the walls, and as she travelled farther, hung with denser sporadicia. Her flight to the underground took its dip as the floor became a stairway, and it was not a flight she made in earnest longing or in regretfull temper. She made this flight like the domain was her only game. She made her way to the back of the well, and fell through a miniscule, almost keyhole crack in the end of this completely empty, completely rock lined dead end. Siyppus knew her gift would end well and could only steal her the favor of the loft lord. He was a ripened, cluster of cell flesh and teeming bulge of butterfly life, bound to his lair like a hive itself, never to move from his so apparent slumber, yet always vigilant, awaiting his mistress fairies and their intrepid gaze on his everready, teeming price. His price was a flight of wisdom for every visit and for every fairy it was not the same. Siyppus's grief would never witness the chamber. Her vision of it would never fade.
The freelance butterfly walks only an inch for the distances meanign to be discovered. Siyppus the wingpretty had only been there for some simple amount of blinks and breaths. She could not hold it in any longer, then, where she could find herself could she find a window. The window was not her only escape however. Her passion led her to the rooms and halls and open doors calling her hunger and drive from another realm. What got her off her feet though, was the tiring obsession that her one inch walk had pried her to. She flinched, pondered the humming resonance of the air released, and took off to fly by the window sill. Her feet landed in a soft balance of force and her steady image pressured easily to a standstill. Overtly she was relieved. She could see the halls and doors as they stood in a tiny pulsation.
SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHSH
A rain began. An hour later she awoke. Siyppus softly whispered to herself, "I shed no tear for this rain. It is a walk of the moon wind. It is a day rite for the solomn peace I made in the light of sun." Siyppus took off for the rock laden hallway to the west. Ashining glitter rang from each promulgation of rock; they hung from the walls, and as she travelled farther, hung with denser sporadicia. Her flight to the underground took its dip as the floor became a stairway, and it was not a flight she made in earnest longing or in regretfull temper. She made this flight like the domain was her only game. She made her way to the back of the well, and fell through a miniscule, almost keyhole crack in the end of this completely empty, completely rock lined dead end. Siyppus knew her gift would end well and could only steal her the favor of the loft lord. He was a ripened, cluster of cell flesh and teeming bulge of butterfly life, bound to his lair like a hive itself, never to move from his so apparent slumber, yet always vigilant, awaiting his mistress fairies and their intrepid gaze on his everready, teeming price. His price was a flight of wisdom for every visit and for every fairy it was not the same. Siyppus's grief would never witness the chamber. Her vision of it would never fade.
The Kid Anthem
The Kid Anthem
vut apctom
and some
there is a summation of ones and threes,
of people and of ordinances
thata
through thee, we , and I
agree
to the trades and customs of a single
minders booklet,
henceforth to be Referred to as
The Kid Anthem.
and it begins henceforth
The United States of Jolibbery UpDraw
of leave it a way sweepstakes
of leave it together families
Of LEad the together families
the second degree capitalization
summit to oppose a certain branch of
indignities and worths,
subsidied by intellectual thought
as to be broken, and there fore
steadfastly and indirectly
dominable
vicely through these partitions of heart
and ever lasting in aim
and, of decree
I Kid
is a mind-unit
of simplest nature,
that in its reinforcement,
still worthy in timely manners
and still to the recorded manuscript
divine and true
order regular mentions to record and set at stake
these following propositions.
-------------------------
systemically i divide to the proper sanctions, and emitions of regular non-decay
of the lighted mind, to those forth and observed to be between I and the workings I cannot oversee to:
regard
a series of opinions pertaining to this undying construct,
and a guiding light to the un strained vision beneath.
I and supposedly we,
offer sanctions to the deposited mind where we could
correct, nullify, segregate partitions of mind in its ability having been offered to the change effectors that do offer us guidelines, not governance,
that we, being above and beond these guidelines,
reject and commit to
the holy common representation of the ill-supposed effects of words
and I in that environment would be free and void of the desire, intention, of completion of these heinous acts,
have seen it fit to represent moral fiber in the completion of a separate and equally documentable set of vices and virtues,
and in that the dead act will never be followed, by circumstance,
I
resolve to never NEVER NEVER
vut apctom
and some
there is a summation of ones and threes,
of people and of ordinances
thata
through thee, we , and I
agree
to the trades and customs of a single
minders booklet,
henceforth to be Referred to as
The Kid Anthem.
and it begins henceforth
The United States of Jolibbery UpDraw
of leave it a way sweepstakes
of leave it together families
Of LEad the together families
the second degree capitalization
summit to oppose a certain branch of
indignities and worths,
subsidied by intellectual thought
as to be broken, and there fore
steadfastly and indirectly
dominable
vicely through these partitions of heart
and ever lasting in aim
and, of decree
I Kid
is a mind-unit
of simplest nature,
that in its reinforcement,
still worthy in timely manners
and still to the recorded manuscript
divine and true
order regular mentions to record and set at stake
these following propositions.
-------------------------
systemically i divide to the proper sanctions, and emitions of regular non-decay
of the lighted mind, to those forth and observed to be between I and the workings I cannot oversee to:
regard
a series of opinions pertaining to this undying construct,
and a guiding light to the un strained vision beneath.
I and supposedly we,
offer sanctions to the deposited mind where we could
correct, nullify, segregate partitions of mind in its ability having been offered to the change effectors that do offer us guidelines, not governance,
that we, being above and beond these guidelines,
reject and commit to
the holy common representation of the ill-supposed effects of words
and I in that environment would be free and void of the desire, intention, of completion of these heinous acts,
have seen it fit to represent moral fiber in the completion of a separate and equally documentable set of vices and virtues,
and in that the dead act will never be followed, by circumstance,
I
resolve to never NEVER NEVER