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the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which lay stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wal
Timing angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anch
Intru intuneric Distanţa dintre idea de alienare şi emoţia care a generat-o se regăseşte la semi-zei în paralelismul ombilical dintre făt şi pântecul purtător.Simetria dintre naturile atât divine şi umane stă în nevoia primară de a se hrăni,proprietate a celulei ce şi-a însuşit diviziunea ca mod de a genera lumină la semi-zei pe de o parte şi de a razbate la lumină ca un adevăr de cealaltă parte a naturii.Dar se uită atât de repede dorinţa ce a generat viaţa să se dividă,să se rupă de un instinct ce domină orice celulă sa se conserve şi să-şi însuşească propria temporalitate pentru a găsi în sine imaginea pe care va trebui să o transmită mai departe.Această imagine este un construct spaţio-temporal ajuns la maturitate şi astfel epuizat.El va trece mai depar
Transarea carnii Tăietorii de cadavre se repeziră la grămada umană ce zăcea împuţită într-o groapă la marginea unui zid pe care femeile îi spuseseră,al plânsului.Zidul delimita pe cei cu conştiinţă de cealaltă pleavă umană care găsise un mod brutal de a-şi bate joc de existenţă.Aici,de această parte se îmbulzeau pentru a-şi satisface foamea cu lături şi resturi de carne pe care cei puşi în slujba religiei de stat le aruncau celor pe care îi numeau nespălaţi.Dezgustători la înfăţişare fiecare purta pecetea unui păcat ce îl individualiza printre cei asemenea etichetaţi drept sub oameni.Cu apucături ce ţinteau să le satisfacă orgoliul că reprezintă o sub-specie de oameni pe care nu poţi să o pui la lucru ci doar să o hrăneşti pentru a
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Paranoia inimii Viaţa este în nevoie pe acest Pământ pentru a găsi recolta perfectă.Materiale modificate genetic ne otrăvesc trupurile pentru a creşte tot mai puternici.Nu putem înlocui încă revoluţia ciclică a pomului vieţii cu amplificatoare de verdeaţă.Dacă vrem să creem acest miracol va trebui să găsim o alternativă la cursul vieţii şi să învăţăm să murim,nu în progresie numerică aşa cum astăzi ştiinţa nu reuşeşte să protejeze viaţa ci să extirpăm din inimă acele pulsiuni care încetinesc viaţa şi o aduc tot mai aproape de sfârşit.Credeţi că acum doua milioane de ani când sistemul nostru solar a calătorit prin cea mai violentă parte a galaxiei ştiinţa l-a protejat de extincţia speciilor cărora le-a dat na
Who's what,where?I've come upon these questions,what and who is God?
They talk about the will of God through representation.
But we all know that the world is at your will through representation.
What about a presence in space and time,other than your own.
Are you acknowledging the others?
Will that make any difference?
Not for those who can jump in space and time.
The mirror of a self at different ages other than your own.
Ancient Science of the SoulThe soul of man was ever present in himself.All forms of animism are too primitive to be a scold,a home that refuses to seek an infiltration of the soul in their religious rituals which embolden these humanoids before hunting or establishing a time for a rich booty.The soul recognizes itself after its imperative vocal cords, then in the subdued heart that pours through an effusion in the heartbeats of this continuous closeness.The wound has opened its empathy for the other acknowledgment.Whether he agrees or not he is now your accomplice.But to share these feelings it's already a degradation,from this height to swoop upon what is unable to restraint itself in the myriad of the soul into another without having to cause a sudden death of perception.Because isn't it so,they have a soul who recognizes himself in the troubles of the heart, when annoyance occur when they see their mistakes.Few are the cases when all this scum of feelings that began naturally in the heart and in good faith se
Jeff The Killer x Reader - The Knife Game
(y/n) – your name
You were walking in the kitchen to grab your self some grub. As you reached the refrigerator you heard Jeff stabbing the table.
“Jeff why are you stabbing the table?” you asked
“ (y/n) I’m not stabbing the table… I’m playing the knife game”
You heard of the knife game before but never really bothered to play it. It was stupid to even begin with.
“ (y/n) you wanna play?” he asked.
“ No I’m not stupid like you“ you said in a concerned way.
“ I might be stupid but at least I’m not a chicken”
Immediately after Jeff called you stupid, you began going bizarre.
“ Fine ! I’ll play your stupid little game & I’ll admit I’m not a chicken”
You grabbed the knife, put your right hand on the table, separated all your fingers so they would have spaces between them, & started the game.
Oh, I have all my fingers
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the space
Alfred X Reader- 'Special Egg'
You sighed in frustration as you continued to look around your yard for this so called 'special egg'.
You were currently bent over and scurrying around the yard like a chicken looking for some feed. Your boyfriend Alfred was leaning against the giant Oak tree smiling at you the whole time.
Yes, it was Easter the time of the year for chocolate bunnies and eggs filled with sweet treats.
Alfred Jones, being the childish guy that he is decided to hide some eggs filled with candy for you to find which you did until he said there was a special egg that had to be found and that it had something important in it.
So far, you spent an hour looking for this damn egg until you spotted something colorful in the hole of the tree next to Alfred. You quickly scurried over to it and snatched it up as your glare rested on Alfred who was laughing.
"Are you serious!" Your red, flushed up face was in Alfred's as he only chuckled and patted your shoulders.
"I'm sorry babe, I couldn't resist but at least you
Bucky x Reader : : HaircutBucky x Reader
She thought he couldn't hear her. He could. He heard her every footstep as she silently approached him. She was trying to be sneaky, that much was obvious. She failed. So bad. The only reason he didn't interrupt her little 'stealth mode' was because he wanted to see how long it took before she gave up and because he found it entertaining.
She managed to get behind the couch he was lazing on. As she raised the scissors in her hand, he called out.
"Don't even thing about it."
After the failed stealth mission, (Your Name) tried a different approach. She instead wrapped her arms around his torso tightly while trying to convince (bribe) him into getting a haircut.
"Pleeeease," she begged for the utmost time.
"No." he replied in his deep husky voice. His resolve was strong, but (Your Name) felt that she could break him. It was only a matter of the right bribe.
"I'll be nice to you for the whole week."
"I'll do you
[Special] No Regrets [Levi x Fem!Reader]
“Come on! We gotta celebrate!” Isabel announces, grabbing your and Levi’s wrists and pulling you both towards a nearby restaurant. Farlan stands not too far behind her, shaking his head in disbelief.
“Isabel, I know you’re excited and all, but we don’t have that much money and-”
“Big whoop! We’ll be long gone before they can catch us,” again, she dismisses Farlan while at the same time, placing that focus on Levi. “Please Big Bro? Just this once?”
Levi looks unamused, but he says nothing. Isabel grins, taking his silence as a yes.
“It’s settled then. Come on, [First]! Tonight, you and I feast like queens!”
The table is small, but it’s big enough to fit your group. Since the two chairs facing each other are occupied by Farlan and Isabel, you sit beside Levi and watch as Isabel happily wolfs down her dinner.
“Slow down, or you’re gonna choke, idiot,” Farlan grins, dropp
[Attack on Titan] Letting Go [LevixReader]
He always knew that after what conspired between the two of you, there was a small chance for you to find someone else to replace him as the object of your affections. He was able to convince himself that this was for the best, not just for his safety, but for yours as well.
After all, he’s a soldier and he’s seen the destructive force of love when intertwined on the battlefield.
He just didn’t want the same to happen to you.
He didn’t want you to lose him.
He didn’t want to lose you.
So his answer to you that day was:
It hurt to see your face cringe the way it did when you heard his answer, and it hurt even more when you walked out his door. But he did nothing to stop you because this was his resolve; this was his promise to you. He wanted to be able to secure your safety. He’d rather live knowing that you hated him than find your dead corpse hanging off the branch of a tree or, worse yet, in the jaws of a Titan. He’d rather
RomanoxReader - I (Love)Lovino merely stared at _______ and her boyfriend, Gilbert. He knew, from the ways she smiled at the Prussian, that her feelings for him were fake. The only problem was, she didn't have the guts to break up with him. And, it was really stressing Lovino out.
'Just leave him, ragazza. I can't fucking wait forever.' Lovino thought. He had been in love with ______ for God knows how long. And, she was either incredibly stupid, or had other things to worry about, because she ignored the obvious signs that he liked her.
With a sigh, the Italian went home. As soon as he got home, he looked at a piece of paper that he kept under his pillow. It was a song he had written around three months ago, when ______ started dating Gilbert. He was so focused on the paper in his hand, that he didn't notice his door open.
"What are you reading, fratello?" Feliciano asked. Lovino looked at his brother after jumping out of shock.
"Nothing! What do you want!?" Lovino yelled. Feliciano looked at the piece of pap
Knock-knock! [Director!Dave x Actress!Reader]
You decide to;
Knock gently and enter the office.
Knock, knock- SMASH!
The female widens her eyes and blinks few times, like if that would help her to make sure of what she has heard. She knocked on the door of the director's office and then she heard something fall and break. What could that ever be?
The actress waited a bit, yet no-one answered and opened up, she tugs on a lock of her (h/c) bangs then pushes it behind her ear. She turned her back to the door and when she was about to leave she heard the door unlock and yet slowly open. She stopped dead in her tracks no more steps to be taken but backwards, she turned around. And when she did, her (e/c) widens.
A dream this must be, she thought, in front of her was some kind of a twin of Dave's, yet, taller and more handsome... in her opinion. I mean the male does have a white-blonde hair, strong jaw line, high cheek bones, sharp nose, thin soft looking lips and eyes that were covered with some kind of
Gold x Reader x Silver. My Heroes.
There’s no looking back once I take this step on the boat. Should I stay? But there’s nothing here for me anymore. I guess I should go. Goodbye Gold, and Silver.
A slight breeze blew through my hair, and I just looked at my feet as I remember the day I met the two. Back then I only had my (Johto starter) as my only friend, however all the other kids made fun of me, or they were my fake friends, like this guy named “Damien.”
“We dare you to go in that building over there.” Damien said as he pointed at the Burnt tower in Ecruteak city.
“B-but, it has ghost pokemon. Y-you know I’m afraid of t-t-them…..”
“I guess someone is Chicken. Bock bock bock.”
“Well then go in there.”
I started to walk towards the doors of Burnt tower with them snickering behind me. I took out (Johto Starter)’s pokeball, and he
[Special 2] No Regrets [Levi x Fem!Reader]
“Do it again.”
You bite back a groan, knowing that you’ll only get in trouble if you complain. Oh how you wished you could be downstairs, chatting with Isabel and Farlan instead of cleaning with Levi.
But no, a certain someone insisted that you have a bonding moment with Levi, and that certain someone also wanted to get out of their own chores.
So here you were, fulfilling that person’s role of cleaning and bonding with Levi. Although you were a bit skeptical about the latter. It seemed that no matter how many times you cleaned, it was never enough. This was your fifth time scrubbing the same floorboard, and he still wasn’t satisfied.
“Tch. That barrel’s leaking. It’s going to stain the floor,” Levi mutters irritably as he stops dusting to approach said barrel. “[First], go grab a towel. I’m going to teach you how to properly-”
He doesn’t get to finish, nor do you get to complain when the
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
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