Nancy, go to the AIDS grove in golden gate park and then start speaking your blame game crap about that.
You were there then, weren't you. What were you doing to save people?
Did you tell them to stop their needle sharing sex-cultish orgy behaviors?
are you manic today Anjel?
you can let the narrative that forms just disappear without 'playing it out' by saying it.
you know you don't 'run arizona' so . . .
why you say that?
oh, well, you have your deal.
but let me say , you do Run, don't you?
I read a book about a guy who ran the length of the Grand Canyon (as much as he could.)
he talked about how the ancient peoples had made trails, that the running was a thing that was very common, and people were highly skilled at doing it.
anyway, please reconsider a spurge of nonsense here today.
the world needs good people so maybe you can go back to being like that, cause you're good at that when you get to it.
be well.
Running Wild: Through the Grand Canyon on the Ancient Paths
by John Annerino,
Christine Keith (Illustrator),
Charles Bowden
imagine if you made a pod cast where you investigated where these actual ancient paths, that are through out your state, still thred through, and discover the secrets of the Annastazzi or the ancient Hopi?
or find out where the Zuni hung out.
when it arcs, it's like a vandegraph generator.
the two were shorted together, that's them discharging really quickly.
It does take time for the stored energy to run out. It would behave like an RC circuit, and that would result in an oscillatory phenomena.
I run 8 kun
but when you realize that the punctuation is missing the game is: add punctuatin to make the poster not seem like a manic during an episode.
so we had a comma
I run, Arizona!
A Narwhal would make a great check-um
the trouble with a broken mind where the reasoning is gone, and it morphs into a larp, but the person doesn't get that he's lost in a larp, is that the person seems 'insane'.
they are essentially walking around in a day dream.
they let themselve hypnotize themself into believing the fantasy that they make up in their head.
so for example you realize that the person who you dreamed about flying in and landing and morphing in the high branches, as an owl to a guy on a larp, is just part of a dream.
but the delusional person would say 'any minute now that owl is really going to land it will really be him'
and even if an owl lands and it doesn't turn into the manic from the canyon-lands (who you wuv, even though he's manic) you could still say 'oh, well, now that he saw me . . .'
there is always some new excuse as to why the thoughts don't manifest. the numerologically bent can zip along and bridge the distant concepts with islands of fantisiful speculation of a magical caliber, none of which is anything more than just lingquistic spewing of verbage.
they could hear a hinge squeek and claim it was an oracle.
it's a bit for some, they do it as part of an act. And some peopel really fall into this kind of delusive situatin where they really believe the little nit-pick voices and conjectures that burn in the mind trggered by repetivtive repeating of nonsense, or feasting on on nonsense.
by the age of 40 most people are way far past all that nonsense.
so can pray for you fleeting anjel to grown and heal.
lets all do that.
meanwhile:
anjel, you're having an episode. Go back to bed!
'we'
i'm a person.
most of the time I get shit from real anon because I type too fast and don't check my spelling.
and try to talk anjels off the ledge.
we don't lose anything.
we are real, we are here.
we don't need your labels.