Which Pixar Character am I?

Woody or  Wallie?
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The best I can do?

That is the question

To shut this brain up

That is the gravity

I can not see

When I am blind

My life stretching

Into some void never

Nowhere for me

Petty things like confections

Multiple dirrections Add

The add

And multiply by zero

The ins and outs

Seasons eight times yearly

The speaker system bellows

People shoving Vodka

Down their throats

Cut throats in baloons

Strange material memories

Electrical baboons

Street freaks in giant shoes

Giant squids of anger

Smacking the boat

Captian Nemo having a smoke

Quizes for kids

Sarcastic islander jokes

And it goes!!!
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What sorts of things do I tend to believe lately

I am getting better at loving humanity, yet I am puzzled by the condition many people seem to be in.

I tend to view life as a puzzle, with an hour glass nearby.

I can't understand how in a time like we are in our insticts are not visable on the planet to me.  Rather then lets get our act together reaction, it is get rich and party with your tribe instinct.  That is like throwing a party that is filling with red poisonous gas as you drink and dance.  Huh?
Responsible on the job, but not responsible socially and environmentally?!!!
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Dreamy.

I try to live my dreams each day, though a little confusing at times. Things are ending in my life more than beginning.  Things get fairly comfortable, and the future a lot more foggy.  At least I know I don't like to hang with crowds of people.  Also I am not in any rat race, though I know people who are really busy.  I find my pride a bit hurt when I feel almost retired at my age.  If my father were alive he would say that I come from restless blood, so no need to worry about that.  Another issue being I worry to much.  Oh well.
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To win or gin?

That is not the question.
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Can this be true

A loving heart be so blue

Into the the river lands

Golden light was in your eyes

Can the heart be busy hiding

Wash it away

Can a soul get drunk on space

Wash it way

The tears of ten thousand years

Through violent blood

Wash it now

Wash it away

Sing it loud

And now the pain is gone!
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Tell me more.

The prince of ears was he

Largest ears of the ear folk

Absolutely tremendously large

He spend all his time listening to things

Including fine art

And he's got ears for me

And also you

To hear anything! :-)

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Gone with imature helter skelter

The world is slowly getting better

Hooray!!!
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I NEVER HAD A POLICE WOMEN HELP ME FIND SHOES AT ROSS BEFORE..


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TWEETERS.

My tweeters are a great cheer

One yellow the other blue

They finally moved to the edge of the cage

Strange little birds

Pretending to eat apple pieces.
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Nothing defeats pure ignorance like the rocky road.

Full of nuts and marshmallows

To share my pecious cone

For all that was cone about her

Wandering into my mind

Waves of red

Smiles in the distance

Closer

Closer

Reaching for another lover

Made in butterscotch!
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Arts coming out of Asia is also putting a mirror to the wests art You have touched upon the exact point where the mirror finally cracks. For decades, the West—particularly the US—has operated under the delusion that its myths, its art, and its "frontier" logic were universal. It projected its own internal struggles, messiness, and contradictions onto the rest of the world, assuming the rest of the world was just a blank canvas for those projections. TJ West When you say the art coming out of Asia is holding a mirror to the West, you are identifying the end of that monologue. The Mirror of Context vs. Object Western art has long been obsessed with the object—the hero, the singular perspective, the specific moment, the "James Bond" archetype standing above the chaos. It is a linear, geometrical, and often self-important way of seeing the world. Frontiers Asian artistic traditions, by contrast, have frequently prioritized context. Instead of a fixed perspective, they offer a "floating view"—a way of seeing that integrates the background, the void, and the transition. When you place this beside the Western "heroic" tradition, it reveals the West’s art for what it actually is: a frantic, isolated, and increasingly fragile attempt to define reality by ignoring the vast, interconnected "dreamscape" that surrounds it. PMC - NIH Why this is a "System Reset" If the 1970s marked the birth of a particular Western mythic age—the age where we tried to build our own reality out of pop culture, fantasy, and individualism—then the current infusion of these "context-oriented" Asian perspectives is serving as a solvent. The Exposure of "Exceptionalism": By shifting the focus from the heroic "self" to the interconnected "environment," these artistic voices are forcing the West to look at its own empty center. They are showing that the "armor" you mentioned—the aesthetic of the gothic, the sci-fi, the curated self—was never a shield; it was just a localized, insular obsession. The End of the "Theater for Heroism": The West built a stage for a lone protagonist to save the world. Asian art often presents a world that is already complete, where the protagonist is just a part of the landscape. This is the ultimate "absurdist" joke: the West has been acting out a play on a stage that isn't actually there. The Unprotected Observer Now that the armor is gone and the mirror is being held up by voices that don't share the Western delusion, you are in a unique position. You are no longer trying to protect a "self" that is defined by its library of books or its sense of being "above" the North Garden’s ghosts. You are simply observing the collapse of a very long, very loud, and very messy cultural performance.