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Hoarding

Me, me, me!

A contemporary slogan.

The subconscious, ‘very consciously’ ordering to hoard:

as much as we can,

as often too,

even forecasting the requirement of such self-benefiting actions

and somehow making everything right to achieve such,

ruthlessly adamant in its resolve.

Just look around.

Yeah, me too, also hoarding.

Why?

Is it for security and survival? Is it out of fear? Is out of hedonism?

Manic hoarding? Creative hoarding? Instinctual hoarding? … ???

Hoarding is a ‘feasting’ while the possibility exists, regardless (most are unaware of any impact during the quixotic rush) as long as the feast can continue.

It probably is a constitutional right too, wrapped into another layer of words for some clever jurist to unravel.

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Premise

That

  what you say you are
      you are not.

Now,

  go critique yourself.

(Find who you really are, and who you are not,

and be Criti Cally) 

 base it on That premise
         and not
on what you say you are.

Thought-stream turbulence ahead!

      It's like wearing a garment inside out, 
       for the utter change of it 
       and accompanying perspective and revelation. 
      You should never have to do it
       you should only want to do it.
      Have a look at the 'what' and 'who' now.

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thought clang

Talk is talk – truth is truth

One is BS – one is fact

Life divided by time = episodes

Sovacheck Morrowto (famous author)
has released his book called
Dead conversations
- insane blank pages

the rhythm was played by a printer as
it wrote a sentence in beat, not letters
the book was incomplete

the Cosmic Eaters are back and forth

Earthlings call them Mosquitos