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Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.

sharp like an edge of a samurai sword the mental blade cut through flesh and bone though my mind’s at peace, the world out of order missing the inner heat, life gets colder oh yes, I have to find my path no less, walk on earth, water, and fire the elements compose a magnum opus

my modus is operandi is amalgam steel packed tight in micro chip on my armor a sign of all-pro the ultimate reward is honor not awards at odds with the times in wars with no lords, a freelancer a battle cry of a hawk make a dove fly and tear dry wonder why a lone wolf don’t run with a klan only trust your instincts and be one with the plan

some days, some nights some live, some die in the way of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry

some days, some nights some live, some die in the name of the samurai some fight, some bleed sun up to sun down the sons of a battle cry (a battle cry)

Tasks begin with scattered bits, No shape nor intent. Just the remnants of an abstract notion.

Stumbling amongst the binary, A certain order emerges from the chaos. Bits steadily merge to pieces, Arbitrary threads expressed through time.

Until uncertainty creeps in through the branches. Interrupting flows and disrupting cues, Cascading dissonance and disconnect.

This too is a part of the process. Withdrawing; resting and resetting. Till edges crystallise to focus, Revealing what is and what can be.

Then render the tacit arrangements Until the threads become rope And all the pieces become parts And all the parts become the sum Of the whole– the thrill of the end. Then begin again.

Paprika’s eye remained fixed on Noda’s chest as she spoke. “You won’t mind me looking like this, will you? I just want you to kiss me goodbye. Just once.”

The biggest mistake I made was believing that if I cast a beautiful net, I’d catch only beautiful things

Somewhere by the corner stove I said the words that I was told Ecstatic, scared and daring to believe Death and dearness down in streams Magnets and strawberry dreams Follow every god and every grief Laughed and shaking in the cold Love or taking, I don't know Stumbling in the silent Annecy Careful creatures they can be but stroke their skin and scrape their knees and say it's hard to say before you leave Paris makes me feel alone but yours is something of its own I'm clawing every crevice in the car Don't be guilty, don't be brusque It's not a thing that you can lose The girl I am, the galaxy you are Mmmm... Ahh... Up to every honest hour Some were truths and some were far removed I've heared Tried and tired's what you know but me a quiet souvenir to hold Well here Don't be guilty, don't be brusque It's not a thing that you can lose The girl I am, the galaxy you are

Fingers drumming on keyboards And planes descending on the tarmac. Ocean waves fumbling to the shore And people mingling as they do. Trees swaying in the wind And rain tapping on windows.

Amongst the oddities and the ordinary, Lies a beautiful calm.

Look at, say, ancient Egypt, where they were able to build these incredible pyramids and then they basically forgot how to build pyramids. And even hieroglyphics. They forgot how to read hieroglyphics. Or if you look at Rome and how they were able to build these incredible roadways and aqueducts and indoor plumbing, they forgot how to do all of those things. There are many such examples in history. So I think we should always bear in mind that entropy is not on your side.

I just wanna be friends. Plus a little extra. Also, I love you.

Immigrants… we get the job done