Doesn't it seem to be a more depressing place when there are fewer of the bleeding hearts to go around?!
I mean increased social homogeneity, and this old evolutionary inkling that you couldn't quite do away with?!
:)
And, of course, the cost of all this, is negative gains (at least in theory) in terms of the 'divergent' thinkers class.
So I wonder on the scale rating system, if I could rank right up there with a Guam assignment, doubtful Albatross these days as much, at least, or any of the above? Sadly, owing to automation it seems, if you were looking for a friend these days, you know, you'd likely be pals with Hal. The trick I imagine is provocative thresh holding...or to seem interesting enough to generate something, but not interesting enough to truly be worthwhile in the sustainable sense?!
You know my vantage is very very limited anyways. I mean it should be obvious as much.
Its this sort of existential query that I engage with in the more routine sense of doing things...
honestly I refrain from saying backwards in, or backwards in as in the 'in' thing, or at least if one were to sense things, there were more like vacillations of in that goes 'in' for a bit for the days theme and then seems to go 'out', although it seems there is something like tonal consistency to this which grows, but you have to realize in a way. Or try, reading the conditions of Timbuktu while having existed where you live from your vantage and talking to little or no one there. Its a poor placement of odds there.
There is always a delineated boundary by the way separating art and life, or at least, if not enough ample space, it could be so often times a subject matter that weren't discussed, written about, or expressed if it were wholly internalized...and Picasso for his subject matter if he lived truly in such a state of existence, if ever living there were more temporal in nature, not excessive...I couldn't blame him either, who wants to live in that type of condition, or Don't Let the Past Be a Straight Jacket. Then as to the matter of a digression, it seems neither should one rightly call oneself in any event at any given level, or if describing anything here, I find myself compelled best in descriptions claiming more the word , Survivor, maybe Survivor at ease, but this isn't to diminish much in the way of existence, or where it is fraught with the sort of at face value that could be likened to the condition that any should wholly ignore a given condition or believe of it the condition that exists. It would be easy enough saying, 'Ah yes has it well enough.' While served anything of the typified course of life, a sort of defacto limbo for exiles, neither drawn to the strong enough measures that would have A.I. calling for anything more then donations (as a champion of human rights), and not obviously warranted the honor of clearly death row inmate. The truth of the matter is that beyond, as in one recent theater review accounting for the a Durang meets Chekov accounting, having the Chekov militia blazing guns doesn't amount for much with short attention spans running these ways...I'd have to admit neither be so intelligibly sensitive to Chekov or Durang, on these matters, although I don't follow South Park, Facebook, or Lindsey Lohan, so this would be a matter of preaching to the choir.
And, of course, the cost of all this, is negative gains (at least in theory) in terms of the 'divergent' thinkers class.
So I wonder on the scale rating system, if I could rank right up there with a Guam assignment, doubtful Albatross these days as much, at least, or any of the above? Sadly, owing to automation it seems, if you were looking for a friend these days, you know, you'd likely be pals with Hal. The trick I imagine is provocative thresh holding...or to seem interesting enough to generate something, but not interesting enough to truly be worthwhile in the sustainable sense?!
You know my vantage is very very limited anyways. I mean it should be obvious as much.
Its this sort of existential query that I engage with in the more routine sense of doing things...
honestly I refrain from saying backwards in, or backwards in as in the 'in' thing, or at least if one were to sense things, there were more like vacillations of in that goes 'in' for a bit for the days theme and then seems to go 'out', although it seems there is something like tonal consistency to this which grows, but you have to realize in a way. Or try, reading the conditions of Timbuktu while having existed where you live from your vantage and talking to little or no one there. Its a poor placement of odds there.
There is always a delineated boundary by the way separating art and life, or at least, if not enough ample space, it could be so often times a subject matter that weren't discussed, written about, or expressed if it were wholly internalized...and Picasso for his subject matter if he lived truly in such a state of existence, if ever living there were more temporal in nature, not excessive...I couldn't blame him either, who wants to live in that type of condition, or Don't Let the Past Be a Straight Jacket. Then as to the matter of a digression, it seems neither should one rightly call oneself in any event at any given level, or if describing anything here, I find myself compelled best in descriptions claiming more the word , Survivor, maybe Survivor at ease, but this isn't to diminish much in the way of existence, or where it is fraught with the sort of at face value that could be likened to the condition that any should wholly ignore a given condition or believe of it the condition that exists. It would be easy enough saying, 'Ah yes has it well enough.' While served anything of the typified course of life, a sort of defacto limbo for exiles, neither drawn to the strong enough measures that would have A.I. calling for anything more then donations (as a champion of human rights), and not obviously warranted the honor of clearly death row inmate. The truth of the matter is that beyond, as in one recent theater review accounting for the a Durang meets Chekov accounting, having the Chekov militia blazing guns doesn't amount for much with short attention spans running these ways...I'd have to admit neither be so intelligibly sensitive to Chekov or Durang, on these matters, although I don't follow South Park, Facebook, or Lindsey Lohan, so this would be a matter of preaching to the choir.
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