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A Line From The Chorus
By; Secco Bel Canto
and Obbligato Cadenza
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Euphoria to long-term commitment and partnership
Most people want to be liked and viewed positively
by others:self-sacrifice can lead to resentment and
an unhealthy dependence on other people.
. Some people want to be liked so badly
that they will sacrifice their wishes and desires to
prioritize fulfilling other’s desires.
Excessive People pleasing tendencies
Falsetto, she misuses the word to get him to
reconsider his position. Falsetto should mean
false freind. But the facts in his performance
gave light to there situation." What about me" he said.
Her response was, "what about you the priority is with us
and you acting all selfish!"
Stressing the need to please one's self is healthy and
wise. It stems from not wanting or wishing to be exploited.
A slow erosion of boundaries he told her you get what you
want at my expense. She then comforted him, and told him
she loved him and cared for him
what she needed she would make up for it
with her cooking dinner and dessert she just needed a little
more attention then usual and she'd be glad to "square the deal".
She wanted to employ the Eigenharp into there sound: it was
an investment into there future she thought
he saw it diffferently. He had longed for a relationship with her
so she say's: he said there partnership had been in phases.
Three phases, Phase 1 I meet her and feeling love with her.
Phase 2 we talked and she became my friend.
Phase 3, she wished me to remain her friend, when she
noticed I had began to lose
interest in furthering something one sided. Her talents
made up for our short-comings.
And she had entertained many men while they were partnered.
So had he: she lacked confidence in him as a potential lover
but found him to be a precious friend.
Human creativity and the primal need for self expression.
Dal segno he quickly interjected some sanity to your passionate
vehementive want. You can have it, he said it shall be incorparated into
our sound we will reajust to accomidate your inotion.
A world of people wantng and waiting have to be our concentration.
Direct your gaze upon the success of the project. "Applaud that you have conveinced me!"
The Anunnaki scientists stood above the blue gel incubator , One of them extended her massive clawed hand into the gel and slowly and ever so gently pulled out the tiny egg “this is a culmination of our home seeds and my own spin on things also” she hissed .
“Then I hope this turns out to be whats needed” one of them interjected .
Smiling and with a look of satisfaction and pride she finished carefully Wiping the last of the blue gel from the egg, then the creationist replied to her Colleagues comment.
“Everything before this ,has been 99.9% of what i had planned upon thus far”,
her sharp teeth glistening in the soft light of the nursery as the assembled stared at what had been created ,
The Anunnaki around the tank chuckled to each other .
“it's perfect “,
one of them bellowed gazing upon the egg,
“just what we had envisioned”,
another stated .
“The very first of its kind and from this natural incubator the first chicken shall hatch, go forth with others and then be fruitful she cooed .
One of Her colleagues turned pale looked at the nurse who still held the egg starring at it lovingly and proceeded to ask cautiously
“albeit without the giantism or ferocity of those of Nibiru eh”? The other Anunnaki in the lab smiled cautiously at that unnerving thought .
“Of course not” she replied reassuringly.
“This will no doubt perplex and amuse our newly seeded children here on earth also”
the nurse laughed ,
“give them something to think about and muse over”.
“The nurse lifted the egg for all gathered to see and said ,
“As it is this egg
that has came first,
the one too begat them all”.
The Thing
I remembered, before all this mayhem, that I had just poured whiskey down a cheating chess game machine, blowing out it circuits, making it useless saying in my head, "Darn, for it had beat me,"
Alone I stand panning, amidst the debris and ruin of our blazing camp compound base, as smoke pours into the frozen air, with an eerie unpleasant warm feel upon my face,
All my mates, now gone, save one other besides, me, --it is Childs, my friend, if I can still be able to call him that,
"Well MacReady, it looks like it's just us", he says, whereto, I interjected, "Don't forget that Thing, Childs, it's still among us."
That Thing from another world, having the ability to assimilate the body it host, be it beast or man, and we wouldn't have the foggiest idea that that's the Thing.
"MacReady, that fire is not going to last very long, and in this Antarctica weather, neither will we," he says onward, "You cannot stay awake forever MacReady."
I always thought I'd come out of any given situation, and be ahead of the game, --well look it, I am still here, but Childs right, the Antarctica chill will soon set in.
I don't know if Childs is The Thing, but there's just one thing I can do in this given situation, "Here Childs, have a swig of this," I last said to him, and I just smiled, watching my whisky, slide down his throat, saying in my head, "Darn, for it had beat me."
2019 May 16
It was Mona’s lucky day.
She found a four-leaf clover.
Faeries rarely do, for they are not supposed to look for them.
It is in the faerie code, but she accidentally looked up
and there was a beautiful green one under a mushroom.
She left it undisturbed, of course.
Her usual lunar moth had sent a replacement.
His name was Chet, and he was amiable, and personable.
They hit it off right away. He asked where she wanted to go, and she
said “faerie meadows please.” He would not accept any faerie dust for his trouble.
It was indeed her lucky day.
When she was dusting the roses she found a most unusual caterpillar.
He was not the fuzzy sort, but he was multi-colored, and most peculiar looking.
“What are you?” he asked her.
“I am a faerie,” she told him
“Faeries aren’t real,” he told her.
“I can show you some other faeries” she offered.
But the other faeries were shy, and fearful as he was a most peculiar
looking caterpillar. He was sectioned off orange and blue, with yellow dots.
“He’s not real,” one said.
“He can’t be,” another faerie interjected.
It was just another day in Faerie Meadows, discussing who is real, and who is not.
Oh beware the villian in 2022.' Thats what the trusted news outlets told you..And why
Not beleive them, they have always done concientious reporting, as you knew they would.' Oh despite no mention of mass infection when Russian troops moved into the Donbass..Whose leaders had requested this..But its not what western media on the drainstream saturated us with in hourly blasts.' Meanwhile con-vid never killed many-bodies on the battlfield
Despite un-sanitary conditions, yet truth can never yeild.' Then Putin advised there were bio-labs He'd captured ' that had made the nu-vou flu, of twenty twenty two
The western media claimed, this was only
Lies he had invented.? Then he said he had
Freed thousands of children, who would have gone to unspeakable fates.' Drainstream media interjected and were most irate.' They said he was a kidnapper.'
He countered that it was rather zelensky, backed by.??? Satanist western leaders.' And boy did they deny it all.' Like pure truth
They had invented.' They asked him why he
Held them still.? He said he was under sanctions by ( deceptive shills ) then they attacked with tanks, with german soldiers in them in full uniform, yet he did not give in.' They said he was 'teaching the kids he was holding Russian' he replied they needed to ask for requirements, ain't that
Something.? Well i suppose some might want milk, or bathroom effects, or clothes
Laundered, should they just grunt? And bang their heads.' So cummunication we see was needed.'
Intelligeble sentances could be
Un-impeded.'
So what do you say..Out in audience
land
'Could all be not as scripted ?) So
over to
You, do think and say.'
She is not a girly-girl, he said.
Not realizing most girls aren’t.
She may say things that surprise you, he interjected.
Not knowing that most girls do.
I am not sure if she is a tomboy or not, he admitted.
Not knowing many girls, actually, maybe not knowing any.
Including this one.
The girl sat in the corner, thinking.
Plotting her escape from this man
Who had never taken the time to know her at all.
Her mother had died in childbirth,
and she had been homeschooled.
She had no idea if she was a real girl, a tom girl
or a tom boy girl.
In this setting, she had no identity at all.
But she was a thinker, and a plotter.
She could play the piano, and plant a garden.
She could travel with her imagination to the sky.
So she did that.
Living every day in a make believe world
Her nirvana included deer, butterflies, and unicorns.
She lived it happily,
far away from the only person who should have known her
But clearly did not.
His eyes were green but no one noticed
Even though he was the only green-eye in the room.
His hair was red, but so were all of ours
We are McCormicks so it makes sense right?
The thing we were all noticing was his beard
The base appeared to be popsicle sticks and globs of glue.
Is it hard? Someone asked. He nodded furiously.
Is it a contest? Another relative interjected.
His brother came in wearing a similar beard
But with Barbie and Ken dolls glued on it
Their heads going in different directions.
Weird and weirder I thought.
Until their mother came in.
She had the ultimate beard.
She had interwoven a skull
And put in blinking eyes.
Since it was not my family reunion
I kept my mouth shut
Especially as my girlfriend
Was irritated now
She thought she was going
to win with orange witch
beard with the hissing black cat.
She said get dressed we're going out
Immediately my introverted thoughts tied me down to chair where I was watching a movie
She could see my hesitation breathing hard so she quickly interjected
Before you say no I took care of all the essentials, so you don't have to worry about anything
It's all planned out, and I know you don't like to always get fancy so this is more of a business casual scene
She then casually walks away saying I need to go get ready
We're leaving in 40
I leave my comfortable chair and make my way to the closet
Trying my best to closet my anxiety
Maybe my off whites will help me walk away from the dark thoughts
Today feels like a bow tie day
I usually put my cologne on last but in the rush of the moment things got mixed up
Three sprays and she could sense the scent in the atmosphere change
Lust became a dangerous game
She ran my direction and said close your eyes before she entered the room
I don't want you to see my outfit
She ran up behind me and her lips hugged my cheek
Then she walked in front of me, her hands covered my eyes
She asked what is that you're wearing
As I started to speak her lips gripped mine before I could get a word out
She said is smells sweet
I replied: like candy
She answered: yes
She then proceeded to steal two more candy coated cologne kisses from me
Now finish getting ready she whispered as she left the room
p.s. I'm so in love...
The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.
“Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms wide, “I’m done with school!”
“Well.. you graduated - that’s why you’re done,” she said, somewhat confused.
“We share a gravity, you and I - we’re.. we’re like aligned suns,” he romanticized.
“You should’ve majored in sales.” she said, sipping her own beer.
“Our love is so real, so raw - it's pure and yet - so street.”
“We have ‘love cred’?” She asked doubtfully.
“Wherever we go, we'll navigate that urban maze, hand in hand, we’ll OWN those concrete streets, we’ll paint our own graffiti!
“Have you snorted something?’
“No matter what life throws at us, we’ll face those challenges head-on and we'll stay united.”
“Have you been practicing this?” She asked
“We’ll swagger,” he said, “our love will be timeless..”
“And rhymeless,” she interjected hopefully.
“Together, we’ll be urban legends..” he continued.
“Like Bonnie and Clyde?” she asked, making a yuck face.
“We’ll be living art,” he said dreamily.
“Sounds dope.” She admitted.
“Then you’ll DO it?” He asked.
“Until Monday,” she said, nodding in assent, “classes start on Monday,” she shrugged.
“It was worth a shot.” he said stoically, after a moment.
“It was a good pitch’” she said, taking his hand in hers.
“I didn’t oversell - I wasn’t too pushy?”
“No, you were right there,” she assured him.
“Maybe next time,” he said.
“Yeah, maybe next time”
They kissed.
In the book of John it relates the history
of Jesus' mission of Christian mercy
when Jesus encounters a Samaritan woman near a drinking well
it was a meeting between two nations whose relationship was one of hell
the Jews and the Samaritans did not get along
each felt the other's method of worship was inherently wrong
separated by paganistic practices and supposed sins
discrimination and name calling again, again and again
yet it doesn't seem that much different than today's society
where different ethnic groups display the same hate and hostility
but Jesus interjected Himself, He came to intervene
on a mission of mercy and tolerance never before seen
to bring abundant love and life to a world cloaked in misery
and give living water to quench the drought that has parched humanity
to step from behind the stained glass windows of the churches and synagogues
and into the hearts and minds of men and spread the goodness that is God
John touched on a theme that's occurred several times in the Scriptures
when a man of God meets a woman and a spiritual wedding can be pictured
on a mission of mercy to cross that Great Divide
to bring people together on the same spiritual side
Jesus told that Samaritan woman He knew of her past
about the five husbands that she had outlast
but whether she was divorced or widowed from them
it's not mentioned in the text so don't assume any sin
but Jesus saw beyond that and looked into her heart
He treated her with respect and held her in regard
she knew He was a prophet by His very words
she told Him of the things about Jews she had heard
Jesus the Christ then went into His missionary mode
He said in order to worship God you don't need any certain code
as there is no specific time nor any special place
for one to worship the God of righteousness, truth and grace
a mission of mercy is what Jesus came to convey
He even revealed to her who He really was that day
mankind has a problem looking pass the surface and into the heart
we can't seem to get the message that we're all equal in the eyes of God
we come with our bigotry, prejudice and hate
we can't even agree on the issue of faith
but Jesus the Christ gave us a lasting legacy
to love one another and to live life as a mission of mercy