Dimensional Passion as a top-level domain is secure and waiting. The staff has been working fervently toward the
new space but time is not our friend.
"Crooning with heart and soul. He throws it out and we listen like nothing on earth. We are in awe, not of his
voice or the words, but of the atmosphere and feelings which take over our sorry consciousness. He delivers us
into a place unlike any other and the visions begin to flow like the water over the Vernal Fall. The visions become
everything and the words travel from our fingers and into the vast black hole that is the Internet. Just us and
the infernal keyboard. The combination becomes hellish, disfigured, negative, and reckless. Such is us under the
power of the creations of -----. His endless beauty and surrounding visions serve to allow for the vicious and
flowing pointed words which we draw as a blade to cut down the world. All else becomes alien and unrecognizable.
All. Else. Just. The. Beauty of his voice remains. We yearn for it and the desire pushes us into some sort of
lacking being... a lump of nothingness. Only the voice and the Beauty. The other Beauty. The unavailable sight.
As the voice and emotion flows from the 701s, we sit as usual. We. Sit. Think. Plan. Design. Hopefully, all is not
lost... Yet. The organization and small ideas continue to move us forward at a snail's pace as the dreamy landscapes
are painted before us. They entice and pull like none other (well, one other). We are pushing into something
unrecognizable and the journey is an arduous trial. Fortunately, we still have the capability and time to cocoon
ourselves within the necessary familiar. Without that, we are to become nothingness embodied. Always there is much
to do so whenever we have the chance, shit changes to the positive. Shit needs to change. We must push. And the
push feels fairly satisfying.
The Beauty of all time, and for all time. It is right over there but beyond reach like nothing else. The fucking
lottery has better odds. Ever better. We breathe in the air but to no avail. We grasp the bloody rope but to no
avail. We drink in the burning blood but to no avail. Nothing can push us from the visions and endless pull the
Beauty has on our being. Nothing. She is most decidedly in charge of our beings. We cannot draw a breath... Take
a step... Conjure a thought... Without her permission and our subsequent gratitude. The Beauty is here to stay.
The Beauty is all the way into our soul. She remains as representative of all definitions. She holds -- carries --
every number upon her and within. The numbers rule us and she rules us. But here we are far away and detached.
Somewhere, for sure, within the vast wonder of the world the Beauty takes a millisecond to consider us... Over
here... Longing... Needing... Dying... Bleeding. Hopefully, because the other possibilities are not so pleasant.
Perhaps the project of structure can be completed before we fall and burn out. Perhaps our years of study will
come to fruition. Perhaps we will be allowed to worship as we should and as we need.
We are here and we were... There. There was good. Here can be good but it is nothing like there. There had
possibilities and a future. Here has wonder and some possibility, but nowhere near the same.
Addendum
Point one. Since admin is discussing Her, I will too. Albeit a different Her.
She seems to represent everything I wish to be but am not. One aspect I have is height. I am taller. That is all.
I am a fluke and those around me have noticed. Whatever. Admin states the importance of height as it relates to
scale, the golden ratio, and visual impact at first glance. Again... Whatever. Of course, he seems to be versed in
such things, but my opinion of myself supersedes all others. The images of her cannot be denied. She is a beauty
like none other.
Point two. An acquaintance of mine has taken issue with my use of colorful slang and colloquialisms in my blog and
other areas. She told me that a 'nice girl' does not speak in such a manner. Well, fuck her. My writings are mine
and as such must reflect my mind in its condition at the time of the entry. Lately (and for most of the last
decade) I have been 90% pissed off and the rest of the time reasonably happy. Mood swings? Perhaps. Manic
depressive? Hell yes. Don't like it?
This brings up another point which is related on several levels -- point three -- human beings are the worst
species on this spinning globe. We have turned it into absolute shit over many thousands of years and we still do.
We have not changed, and the interconnectedness of everything now only serves to press us into the fucking
distorted mold we have been destined to inhabit. People are on about the smallest issues and cannot seem to see
it. They are caught up in everything which is unimportant and stuck on suck. They sit and watch the most inane
apathetic content in order to boost their own self-image and are doing nothing more than perpetuating the same
stupidity and extending our already overwhelming missteps. They are the very problem through which we wander.
Wander, yes, in hopes of locating something which brings a temporary view outside the sphere we are. Yet there is
no outside. The sphere is all of us. We built it and live within it. We destroy everything and then look around
wondering why. Idiots. We are supposed to be the shepherds... The progressive... The stewards... The intelligent...
Those with dominion. Well, we have fucked everything up and now scramble to repair and improve. That will never
happen. We are far too stupid, selfish, blind. We will continue on this downward slide into the blackness (and I
for one cannot wait until we destroy ourselves). Goodness gone. Insight nonexistent. Stewardship fucked. Go ahead
and point the fucking finger at others. You are them anyway, you fucking moronic, despondent shitheels.
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