Oh yellow buds bloom

All is well

The girl is not

She jumped from a tower

She was only 10 years old

A victim of cyberbullying.
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People who are perpetrators are predators and often attempt to conceal their hostility which may come from an unexplainable hatred.


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I could swear,

The yellow tweeter bird in the cage here is gaining a new conscience!!
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Two wrongs don't make a right.

Hundreds of wrongs doesn't mean we must tolerate the perpetrator.
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It can be understood that some people are dangerous.

This may seem possible if the person is a psycho and is armed.

Yet it is harder to imagine what another type of dangerous person would exist if we have not been there ourselves.  Yet now I see that the word dangerous does apply to people who don't exibit psycho like qualities.

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How is Smarco doing?

Today felt like a major day

Unlocking some of the mysteries of the universe was cool,

I am tightening my understanding of aethetics, it gets more into the realm of beyond common.  I refer to way beyond common.  I assume common aethetics is not healthy. 
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A big question...

Is Charles Dickens and Steven King best buddies?

Did Charles Dickens take the path of horror because of Steven King?

Is Scrooge the perfect Villian?

Is "The Stand" the greatest Novel ever?

And what are the great expectations for Steven King?

Can they make it rain?!!!

Can they cause sweating?!!!

This suspense is killing me!

And the answer will appear in the next installment

For the greats of literature

Now You understand

More coming soon

Of the best

Of the best

In new cartoons!!!
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Ability is encouraging.


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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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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.