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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
Steve RodgersX!Chunky Reader- My Compliment
"I still think you shouldn't do it (your name)." You glanced at your friend Natasha who looked worried.
"Why not Nat, it'll be a nice surprise for Steve." You smiled as you flipped through the packet you were filling out.
"No it won't, he loves you just like this; you know that." She snatched the packet from your grasp and smirked at you.
"What the hell Nat! Give me the packet back now!" You stood up making the chair topple over as you glared at the trained assassin who just smirked at you and started flipping through the papers.
"Why (your name), you don't need it you're beautiful already, but if you really want it you'll have to catch me!" She suddenly bolted running down the hall towards the elevator leaving you in the dust as you overcame the shock of the situation and scrambled after her.
You got into the elevator and stared at the buttons in front of you debating which floor she went to.
She wouldn't go to Tony's floors or lab; she still had a grudge on him from last week's poker
When You Can't Sleep At Night.She was beautiful, but not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so. She did not have hair that dripped gold, her eyes were not the color of the frozen antarctic. Her lips were chapped and thin, her smile was bent and crooked as his own pair of inquisitive sights absorbed her in like a yellow bath sponge. She did not have a gentle laugh nor did she speak humble thoughts at times. But she was still beautiful nevertheless, despite her imperfections and her cravings to win over a certain hedgehogs gorgeous blue heart.
Sonic the hedgehog thought that she was pretty in the way the shore kissed her pale feet at the seaside, the way the moon hid itself in the curtains of darkness, hiding itself away from disturbing her sleeping form. She was beautiful in the way the wind danced around each strand of her unkempt hair, and in the way she shyly tried to hold his hand when no one want paying attention, in the way the morning air sprinkled it’s goodness through her chest, in th
Silver X Growlithe Reader Part 1
There was a girl tied to the bed. Not by her hands and legs but her neck. A collar and chain. Her body was covered with a blanket but even threw it you could see how skinny and frail she was. She probably hasn’t eaten for days. The bed wasn’t in good shape either.
The bed was on the floor with no sheets and you could see holes in it, as the blanket. Both were rather old and in poor conditions. Then again it was an upgrade compared to the other cells. Most cells had just a blanket or hay as bedding. She was the last one in the cells here so she was a test subject. Only Arceus knew what he did to these people but she was different.
When I opened the cell she sat up and looked at the ground. Her (eye color) eyes had no life. No desire to live anymore. They were slowly going black like Growlithe’s. Her hair was a mixture of (hair color) and blonde orange like a Growlithe’s. Her hair was matted and had many knots in it. The thing that was noticeable by all means wher
[Shingeki no Kyojin] Final Farewell [Levi]
Your visits became less frequent, until finally, you just stopped showing up to his office. At first, Levi didn’t care; not seeing you every day was actually a relief on his part. The man needed his space, and with you around, he had absolutely no time to himself. With you gone, he could breathe a little.
With each passing day, he saw you less and less, and took notice that you’d gradually stopped following your standard routine. You no longer showed up for practice during your scheduled time, and he couldn’t pinpoint you in your usual location in the mess hall during breakfast, lunch, and dinner hours.
He ignored it, though. You probably just needed your space from him after that small argument. If he needed you, for whatever reason, he would most likely find you hanging around Hanji anyhow.
A month passed, and the corporal was somewhat surprised that during that time-span, he had not laid eyes on you once. He wondered if you wer
Commission: Red X Half Umbreon Reader-You Saved Me
I was camping with Blue, Green, and Yellow. It was my job to get the wood for the fire.
"C'mon Pika I'll need your help to cut the trees into smaller pieces."
"Pika!" Pika just said okay.
I don't know why, but Pika has been acting weird ever since we came to our camping site. He keeps on tugging on my jacket. Every time he gets my attention he points to the left, but why would he do that?
Pika jumped on my shoulder and as soon as he did I ran deeper into the forest and found the perfect tree.
"Pika use iron tail on that tree!"
"Pikachu!" he used iron tail on the tree and it fell to the ground all of a sudden I heard a yelp.
"Pika stop c'mon!"
Pika went to where the yelp came from.
"Pika pi chu pikachu!" (Red come here she's hurt)
She? What does Pika mean by she?
I went over to Pika. What I saw surprised me. It was a girl, but not a normal girl. She had black hair and golden eyes. That's not the weird part. The weird part was she had umbreon ears and a tail. The rings were
Pokemon Boyfriend Scenarios-How You Met
You were walking around in the Kanto region looking for a battle when a red eyed boy came up to you. Lets just say you thought he was really really cute (Kawaii).
"Hi I'm Red nice to meet you," Red greeted.
"Ummm Hi?" you said quite confused.
"Do you know where you are?" he asked.
"No," you answered.
"I'll show you around!" he exclaimed.
You were going to battle the 8th gym leader. Everyone kept telling you he was hot? Well his fans said that about him. Everyone else you met told you he was cocky, but he was also strong. You were quite excited to meet him.
As soon as you went inside the gym you saw a cute brown haired boy. He had green eyes.
"Are you here to battle me?" he asked.
"Yes," you answered.
After you battled (by the way you won).
"Yes I won!" you yelled.
"But how?" he asked.
"Hello sexy senorita!" a golden eyed boy yelled.
You jumped in the air suprised. A small blush creeped on your face.
"U-umm hi," you stuttere
Leave A Scar
I sighed pacing my bedroom. The time was drawing very near. I called Jeffree and he’s on his way thankfully. I couldn’t do this alone. I needed him here. I sighed walking to the kitchen. I got a drink and sighed looking around. Where was he? I sighed worriedly. I smiled as his dog Diamond ran over and jumped up at me barking. I sighed petting her then pacing again. I needed Jeffree home for this. He had to be home for this. If he missed this, I was going to make him regret it.
I groaned leaning on the nearest piece of furniture as I felt another contraction grip me. I groaned and clawed at the back of the item not realizing what it was. All I knew is that I was in severe pain and I wanted it to end. I panted as it gripped me making me want to scream. But I refused to scream. I was better than that. Hell, I am better than that. Once the contraction ended, I made myself think of other things. I cleaned up a bit waiting for my lover to get home.
He finally arrived 2 hours late
Red x Reader. Stop Running.
Have you ever thought you loved someone and they just ripped your heart out, and throw it on the ground? My Boyfriend Silver, took out my heart when I saw him kissing a girl.
“S-Silver *hiccup* w-why?”
“w-why *hiccup*” Tears started falling from my eyes.
“I trusted you!” I ran away from him, as far and long as I could. There was someone up ahead, but I just kept running. I was just about to turn and run around the person but I tripped. And I fell in the arms of the person. However, that person was my friend Red.
“(name) what’s wrong?”
“S-silver Cheated on me *hiccup*”
“(name), you deserve better than him. He’s an ass, but I never knew he could screw up that much.”
“…..r-red, thank you for always being there, for me but you can’t help me with this one.” I was just about to run away when Red grabbed my Wrist.
Green x Reader. Take it all Away.
If you haven’t heard the song before I suggest you listen to it threw the story. It’s Called “Take it all away.” By Owl City. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gPGtpDuSats&hd=1
Each day goes by and all I remember is that one day. The Day a girl, (name) confessed to me and I just shot her down without a moment of thought.
There was a shot in the dark, I was caught by surprise
There was a hole in my heart, there were tears in your eyes
And there was nothing to say 'cause you made up your mind
So I guess what you meant when you left was goodbye
The day after I went to my classroom, and waited for her to come and sit beside me. But no one Came. I listened to her friends talk about how she phoned in sick. However I know the true story. The day went by so fast, and all I could think about
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
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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