Oh that nickname

So the new Micro-Hell move would be a new nickname for me..."heaven." This could be innocent, yes, but it just takes me back to high school talking to good friends, most of whom are dead, discussing peculiar behaviors that referenced the church, of a group of gents, who do not like us, though there isn't an evil bone in their body naturally, as they emphasize the divide, the "struggle" that catches matters up among the controversies brought to you by wolves in sheep's clothing and earth angels on the ease of the sycophancy plan, aka nice stuff for good behavior, just keep it all at the surface, assess on the basis of the mirror, seeing at the eye-literal (Cross-Apply Agnes Fingers Crossed note the play of mind's eye, like seeing eye snake, like Justice she had no eyes). They, would have certain personalities ready to join a network, put out that hit on certain folks of a particular design, flamboyant, straight or gay, more so of a matriarchical design. It's not all, and no, there wouldn't be a representation of all who find a home among their particular religion. Rather, in all avenues, there are irrational minds that gun for the one on the basis of sentiment, even if they are attempting to follow social norms. In fact, the attempt to go with the social norm, simply feeds into that play of gunning for the one who needs to be erased. Add in that the play gets the one on the words, words, words, routine, and presto chango, you have the lose-lose in play. She's in a corner, and you've got her in the cross-hairs. Wah, wah, wah. Granted, I am non-universalist, which wouldn't mean a rejection of universalism and I make that clear. Much like I'm not offended to be called heaven, and I could assume the best, but I have a backdrop of friends, I grew up with like me, who were treated to plays of irrationality that were used to further irrationalize, all the way to their deaths. It's not an exageration, it's something that has been happening in this area for quite some time, and in great irony, there is a newly situated network in Peachtree City, who holds a tradition of written record, where certain families, tied to Europe, know precisely what that play would be. Heaven isn't really a nickname, and yet, that seems to be my new nickname at work. Much like, sure brand me as crazy in relation to those who represent normalcy, in such an irrational-universal fashion. Maybe keep out of the department and drop the ball over and over again, to apply that hit on me. It has stopped, but when I am referenced as crazy, sure thing, I'll be your crazy, and yet coming from management, it does seem a bit off. Then again, if I am on the words, words, words, then that play is paying dividends for a group on the gunning play for this one of a particular design. I could be wrong? Where am I? Maybe it is a genuine play of endearment. I would like to believe it. I wouldn't think bad, and yet, again, I know the area and matters that have already happened to my friends of a similar design, and I will continue to write about it, as well as aim at breaking any and all plays of a needed social norm. I'm not here to be the norm, considering what that can do in relation to my design. I'm simply at work to work. To focus on the task at hand and get the result. Let's be clear. Are we in OZ?

Plenty of artist highlight the violent play dolled up as peaceful. Keep the one of artistry, creating, on the run, engaged in activities where they are to dive into the waters of words, words, words...dorothy on that path off and away, among a hell, that is an infinite movement, no home, just skip until you are dead type of routine.

Take note of the ice cooler with blood...cross-apply heatwave  (BIJ Dare)and phone line "words, words, words" play, along with out of time, cut the line. Think mirror and a Unicorn, cinnamon bun in the oven, Slave to the Audio, a cover for setting up Prancing N*%%#$ play. The internet is so useful; that activity; grid her up. Learn to be good, no risk (forget the muse, the oceans, the transcend), what's it going to take to shake her. Cross-Apply window pane among ice, and cross-apply age of animal, including play bunnies.  Cross-Apply the valuing bodies in the mirror, process gutted. Cross-Apply One Night/All Night (consider Cybele, Rhea, Demeter, Persephone). Cross-Apply the tubes draining with Girl and the Robot. Cross-Apply differing associations among always polished presentations, devoid of Hypatia & Christian Social Party into Nazism. No controversy, whatsoever, and yet great artists highlight that polished play, cross-apply Prince's controversy (Of an artistry challenging violent plays fleeced by the church no longer permitted on American Radio, as North Korean military goosestepping culture is to arrive in the US as the new and improved civil society). Bi-polars, binary praise, mania on deck, cross-apply manic world (these lucrative difficulties). Paper or Plastic? Fixture Picture (You can't be pure and in love)? Red Dress, Red Dress Cross, Red Shoes, Constantinople (Constantine officiating something)? Cross-Apply Mickey Peace hand on the car at the end of this presentation. If the Mickey Hands are still confusing, cross-apply Kara Walker's work, along with quotes like "The silhouette says a lot with little information, but that's also what the stereotype does." "It's not really about blackness, per se, but about blackness and whiteness, and what they mean and how they interact with one another and what that power is all about."  (Something like, keep the ancient matters away, she's not to exist, and those of a corresponding nature caught up among the struggling divide, involved, among unfortunate event, coupled with a bleeds it leads headline, and candlelight vigil with mickey gloves, along with a striving for resolution that we already know intends on falling short, rinse and repeat)  Back to Kara Walker, "I think really the whole problem with racism and its continuing legacy in this country is that we simply love it. Who would we be without the struggle?" And not to speak for, but among that play, a checkered struggle does well in relation to catching one of a particular nature into matters of controversy, matters of unfortunate event, matters of words, words, words, matters of mental health, incessantly, until the unfortunate event occurs. It's all so sad for those ready to appear on stage. Much like the American Media, if it bleeds it leads, so among such a loss, how among what is valued, could there actually be a loss worth addressing, which among these fine plays of earth angel, that couldn't be, and yet that is what is happening. Join in, or the foyer, among hermetic jibe and smiles.  These matters stuck on repeat, controller play, rag dolls, all with a need to explore what's going on as the hands conveniently keep falling short, while running the irrationalizing "struggle" whip those of a particular nature not of any form of protection, just on the margin, targets without consequence.  Their deaths do not matter so much.  This artist toward commercial challenge is a fraud. This artist toward commercial challenge is dangerous. The unseriousness. The humor. The one not expensive enough to be eccentric (nor do I care to be expensive loves, not a handout in-need type of personality, ready to fall, nor would classist notions work considering my actual experiences, among lives lived from these various avenues, talls and smalls. The mirror is superficial, the old lot in life a responsibility, and beyond that the process is what matters, like water on the castle window. The have and have not matter is largely absurd to me. That domain isn't a foundation for living, but rather a foundation for living death. You can still find what you love, which in terms of substance, will involve rigors of process, creativity and an actual production of substance. One has nothing, then take a walk in nature and collect leaves and specimens for example. Illustrate if you like). 

Just these symbols and behavioral patterns in relation to matters highlighting the plays of those desiring violence among patriarchal ordering, and those of a differing design (not adhering to a life in the mirror devoid of what a differing order desires, of a connection understood in relation to creative endeavor) dealing with these incessant plays aimed at entrenching one of this design into word play, the infinite slide called hell. We can take words, and even hold association of words and desire, at face value, and go with a tradition in a way that simply assesses how matters superficially look in the mirror, among those concerned who are always peaceful of course, among some with a wolve's clothing that can easily veil without critical measure, while disregarding the play of setting up the stage... Sure it can be cold, but how did this ever come to be, and considering matters of written record, tracing that design is critical, especially considering matters involving crosses to hypatia and Christian Social Party to Nazism. Again, that isn't aimed at insulting Christians, but highlighting again in all avenues there will be rational and irrational minds, good intents among bad intents dolled up as good. Tracing that play, that behavior is critical, of which requires the mind's eye, not simply seeing is believing therefore the air we breathe does not exist, of illogical basis.

To play with the networked play and to get the creative onto the grid and keep oscillating, keep generating that play that intends on one who has to speak up, which again further plays into matters of portrayal, among those applying the irrationalizing treatments, at peace, trying to figure out what's wrong. Again, it's something sharply understood in Europe, and often met with an intense response by those who have been tied to these forms of killing. It's commonplace where I am from, and it is still odd considering the network in Peachtree City. Why nickname me Heaven? Why that? Again, it's not a polemic. I'm not assuming bad intent, but I am coming from a violent past, and I know the patterns, among certain men, who let's be clear, they do not like me, much like they didn't like my friends (All smiles, caring loving, not a critical bone, white light). They were intent on remaining outwardly peaceful, always offering kindness, and very good at slipping the opportunity toward ambition under the table, to hold association, spin the intelligence, and gun with the incessant play of lose-lose bind, and the artistry in Europe highlights this. It's just something to be aware of, and also to note, matters are still oriented in a way here that looks nice in the mirror, but at the end of the day, isn't nice at all. Friendly faces, friendly smiles, and desires that like those of a certain design dismantled, erased, if not outright, there can always be concerns for their mental health, and this incessant embrace of words. But I don't suffer obviously. I remain within my creative domain, so life is actually good, even if I am still vigilant in communicating these interesting interactions that could go in a bad direction.

The point, the language isn't developed, so to place matters into this context, as a basis to act on despite informatic forms of the language produced simply becomes this ever-growing development questioning this fallacy to keep up with these key changes. If there are failures in relation, the one of this nature, among a language undeveloped, among categorical splits disconnected among the one geared toward a language among process, of which the informatic development achieves that measure. Of which, to assert one is crazy vs. one simply not having that capacity to even follow what these matters are and too insecure to admit it. Do I have the capacity to be a medical surgeon...hell no (and plenty of surgeons couldn't keep up with me in particular forums), and I'll say it, and yet, you need to be the answer to me. Why is that? We can't be everything so why pretend? I know my strength so why pretend in this absurdity of denouncement that simply veneers over the entire matter as "word games" for example. Is there not the possibility you didn't come from the same academic background and these matters of pattern and abstraction are not your strength? Can't seem to even consider the possibility because one is strong in that way? I question all of that. And yes, we could portray this as dorothy skipping down a yellow brick road, the blue of sky removed, and yet, in terms of the informatic, the institutional basis, that assertion, that killswitch play doesn't seem to work at this point considering what has changed. It's as if the table has turned, the institutional format, once among a hellenic tradition, to a western tradition, maybe back toward something that resonates with hellenic tradition, of which the oscillation among an equillibrium makes sense. Much like the institutional arrangement of the United States, among a 2 party system, in terms of equillibrium makes sense. I simply consider Athenians and Spartans, and the incessant fighting, the absurdity of one form holding the answer to the other form, and yet both traditions fell, soon after the other. Of which the US system seems to follow, at least even among considering the draft documents, no one holds that answer rather it's this aggregate interaction and achieving that oscillating equilibrium, so who knows, just vote. Let the matters bigger, aside from that universal blockhead who holds the answers to life, work matters out, and focus on citizenry and contributions to civilization and culture. Something like that. Again, the point, this language remains undeveloped, and yet, even among what I have done, universal heads know what's real, what's true, including my word games it seems, and yet they too reason insofar as itself, so how did something of embodied truth notion ever come to be, when they have yet to determine what this reasoning stuff is...Who is a slave to the audio when the informatic is developing? The mirror play seems to be a consistent play, and yet, when a new form, recording the interactivity between emerges, a differing kind of mirror, it does seem to have implications, that in my view, considering the enhanced design, improves matters, including opening up institutional form that doesn't take aim at those of a particular nature in a violent, disengaging, and disrespectful manner. To embody as normal, and yet, their wouldn't be a basis to assert with authority why one should embody for anyone in the first place. It doesn't work, again, in terms of authoritative measure, and yet, when that was the best thing available, it might have some traction, and yet, when a newer institutional form arrives that responds to that alternative matter, yes, a logical basis can be had, a consistency measure, a cohesive form stabilizing, can be achieved among these movements in the mirror, of category play. I think in terms of those responsible for keeping matters structured and well ordered, it seems, just from the storming of matters, not even the norming and forming, the entire endeavor is likely to become much simpler and more successful. To hold a record of entire aggregate movements, of their interactivity, in real time.  It is possible. If one thinks she is getting lost among this typing, please also, cross apply Guattari's Decoded Flows Code the Machine, my exit from the polemics stage. For someone who did actually go to one of the best unis in the world, this notion that I am to answer to these minds with an attitude that they can entirely follow what I have done, and I don't say that out of disrespect or arrogance, but rather out of a demand for acknowledging this fact. Unless, someone has done that, this notion that one can then simply cherry-pick what they can understand and make determinations and hold behaviors toward me as they see fit, isn't okay, at all.  Did you compete academically at the highest level, then how did you manage to elect yourself as being the very answer to me. Maybe something superficial, like one's professional-looking post or title, still, at the surface. Where does that play come from? At least, I follow in the past that wouldn't at all be permitted among those who did the same, not of sycophantic form but a form that went through official, methodical forms, of rigor, and that answer to me play, it seems, to have stopped, but I have to reiterate that in relation to this post. There is something about actual respect. I'm not this stuck-up personality, nor am I the person who looks down on anyone. I just don't think like that. I tend to be among my own internal fruition most of the time, not so...focused on keeping up appearances, and inclined to do matters wrong in terms of irrational embodiment. Rather, it's this play of minds attempting to network as if they are to be smarter when I already follow we don't share the same gifts, so cut it out.  You have your strengths, and I'll even make note of them, even in relation to my strengths and weaknesses, and yet where is that call to acknowledge one's own limitations? It's not noted of, along with that fast-track of being the answer to me, and on a basis that wouldn't hold a sound logical foundation. What happened? I'm not going to address the ass-antic, much like an athlete on the field isn't going to address the ass-antics of the crowd. Rather, you have your go, I simply go about the day and carry on as if I am not following, and yet, the one who fast-tracked themselves to being smarter and more normal, empowered among the hermetic jibe of a network's Talk-Talk play, and all without any form of competitive assessment in that academic form, is here to raise victory, the many on the same page to the one who can now be beneath them, if they can just play the good word in the right way, all of which serves there convenience and dellusions as they smile to my face, and run the strategic conversations. Sure, let's Talk-Talk. Maybe afterwards you can develop informatic methods to further advance our language form still developing, again, of this matter of civilization? Or, maybe you can cherry-pick the anecdote and drag me through the mud, even as a network, because it props up one dealing with what is likely to be, obvious insecurities. Do whatever you like.

And to recap on the one, the madam, the miss, the sen-yora, who references me as heaven, we discussed choice Metallica Albums, of which one has hands with strings among the crosses, so I wonder....Heaven is who I am to be it seems, and yet, can we not question why that is? Much like, again, I am in the office with a store manager and the store lead, of affirmations that I am crazy, of which let me be your worst embodiment, have you even made the effort to follow the matters that I can already take note of, you do not follow. Why lack such effort, and affirm matters that wouldn't hold a basis? I can't control these matters though, nor would I thumb my nose at such choices, though I would say, one would simply thrive under a rock, if that is the choice to be had. We can smile, but that wouldn't mask what most minds, considering the assertion without basis, actually mean, of a form of ignorance, that those, regardless of the visual in the mirror, say, looking professional, amiable, and wise, actually is. It's not a good look, even if it does look good. It genuinely isn't from a place of hate. It's simply from a place that respects what even those among my generation desire, a time to stop pretending. Let's cut the shit and dig into what's there, which has little to do with any and all matters of gloss.