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"This blog will be dedicated to my so-called revolutionary exploits in my otherwise shy and awkward city.

Now. About me?

I’m an almost-collegiate eighteen-year-old female with cerebral palsy. Yes. I am disabled, and No, you can’t catch it."

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 " Intimacy is a form of awakening, of connection, it breeds attachment and festers like an unclean wound.

It can lead to death if untreated. They say it's better to die of a broken heart than live with the pain.

It's just something we've given a name. Everything, everything dies some time. "

-- excerpt from an unfinished, potentially successful short story, T. Chaney

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./. Andrew Jackman ./.

To the Tempo of our Hearts

She sparks orchestrated equations within me that strings and choirs cannot bring forth from a page.
From every sequence of staccato eighth notes, to the twelve measure rests; we wrestle playfully with the score to this day. The composition stays in my heart even when we are transporting ourselves through daily opuses and operas.

Our love started out very simply, with a legato kiss after waltzing with words at a beautiful water fall.          The anticipation grew with a slinky violin, crawling up and down the scale with chromatic questions.                The transition unfolded rather beautifully, combining trembling forte brass notes and the timpani of our hearts beating together as we agreed to the fact that we were in love. As time passed, the tune added instruments         and the conductors merged into a lovely counterpoint of flutes and strings, rising and falling.

Now as our movement grows in complexity and age, it is becoming  more of a masterpiece with each passing day.
With patience I will add measures and she will help me fill them with each breath.
Our song holds us, binds us, and will continue to draw us closer in.
A commitment of synergistic freedom.
Our love.

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./. Drue Martin ./.  Drue on Webook

Word For Play

Psychologically it's you and me tied down together
Forever?
Maybe possibly
It's religiously unusually until unknown
Unfortunately?
You act like it's a tragedy
Today is a variety
Yesterday was Wednesday
And now, written into my life is unusually foreign
Weird and ridiculously
Totally sincerely so severely
Life is nearly
Really?
Do not accept this apology
Acquire this actually
My awkward up coming becoming behavior
Building believing
This brilliant taste of breathing
Buy it you bought it
Committing into this
Finally listening I'm not lying
Naturally nervously musically
Spontaneously surprisingly
Contagiously
Yep it's so it's going around
Not tragically though
I love you so 

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<. Michelle Curry .>

The Ding an sich

Ding an sich, Thing in itself, one that is not seen. Trying to describe something that cannot be seen is harder than it sounds. And yet people do it every day by putting their faith in something. Describe your god to me.

How do you know he's a man? What makes him a man? Does he have a penis? What if he is a she? Or what if he is an it? What gives you the image of god that you have? Society? The church that has brain washed you since you were the tender age of 6 months old being baptized? How do you know he is omnipotent and omnipresent? How do you know if he is here to please you and answer your prayers? Seems kinda selfish to think god is here to make you happy and to answer your every whim like a servant or worse a slave. What if he created you and then just said “screw you guys, I have other universes to take care of. SEE YA!” Then what? Where would your theory be? Did your god create evil or is it out of his control and is only there for the balance? Is your god good or bad? What is good or bad? What gives you the idea that what you think is good is the best for everyone? Good and bad is always changing if you believe in Unitarianism. Never constant and never certain, just like god.

How can you see a ding an sich? You can't. What gives you the idea that the ding an sich exists? Nothing really, a book, what my mommy told me, what everyone expects you to believe. If you lived in another country or even another state your view of god would be different, a different ding an sich all together. God cannot be proved or disproved though, therein lies the problem. Because someone believes it, it must be true, but you will never know for sure until you die.

How do you know that you exist even? You could be in a constant state of doubt like Descartes. The only thing he knew was Cogito ergo sum, I think, therefore I am. Would have been a lot better off if it were Dubito ergo sum, I doubt there for I am. There puts an end to the whole “there is always a doubter," or if you look at it in a more positive light, “There is always something higher”. You have to rebuild your foundation from that point; all your dreams hopes and thoughts are then foiled. All that you believed has gone down the drain and there is absolute chaos. As the Pope once said, “Oh, Jesus Christ, this lie has served us well.” Hard to think that the one that died for your sins didn’t exist at all, huh?

Back to the thought of the ding an sich, how can you prove what cannot be proven? How can you disprove what cannot be disproved? What is morality? Is it humanly possible? No, even though we say we are moral beings, there is always a certain place and time and situation that we can waver. There is always something that is for the greater good or what you want. Zoroastrianism states the golden rule: Human Nature is good only when it does not do unto another whatever is not good for its own self. This golden rule is within everything and every religion, and yet when it is for “the greater good” and that does not include us then we get all down and depressed and fight it, or conform to the masses. It is better written as: Do not do unto others as you would have others do unto you; they might have different taste. Thus we are not able to say something is good or bad, right or wrong. Thus we are all hard on the outside and soft in the middle. We let everyone see what we want them to see, then we think differently on the inside. Thus the curse of humanity and the dreaded ding an sich.

Does god have godness? What makes it god and what is its essence, or its true self? It's like asking what makes you think a duck is a duck? What is its duckness? Is it because it quacks? The Aflac duck doesn’t quack, thus is it a duck? Who told you that it is a duck? What really makes a duck a duck and what is its duckness and will it go along with the idealist duck that is in duckdom? Thus we are back at the doubting thing of doubito ergo sum of Descartes, or possibly worse the idealist forms that are Socrates.

And here we are at the thing within itself, something that cannot be seen, the ding an sich.

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