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859 (including private) entries: 189 entries with the word “love” 0 entries with the word “hate” Rando search on a whim, 4.12.25 Two blogs: 1313 entries, 278 entries with ‘love’, 0 ‘hate’. This was not by design, but dislike for a word I prefer not utter. I’ve had more than enough. Frankly, should be twice as as much love. What’s holding me back? ————————————————————————- Obshchak Some torn to the ground ▼ Read here some old blog entries...  2018 Highlights ▼Brian K Compton Sprung   -- ![Merit Badge in Second Time Around Contest
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| …if I missed the insanity, written, unedited from 1.25.25 Dystopian German man and gummies geek convo, unrealized We will squeeze you of yourself and fill you with… Bavarian crème? No, no… Raspberry filling? No! You were closer the first time. Wait, what am I talking about? Your German accent is funny. Lemon Eye roll. Ourselves! Ha-ha-ha-ha!! That wouldn’t taste good. Have you tried these cherry gummies? Tried them? Bitch, we made those for you. Dood, you’re a god! Yes, it’s right there on the label. What’s so funny now? Catch your breath, hyena boy. Knee slapping. You were talking about turning us into mindless donuts and the donut holes…dough…huh..holes. The holes are our brains? Thinks… He’ll never get there. Holes are…jelly is…yogi bear and boo-boo. Boo-boo-boo-boo. I can’t stop saying. Note to self, cross market Yogi Bear, Jellystone Park and certain varieties of fresh made doughnuts for about…oh…twenty-dollars apiece. And raise the price on coffee…everywhere. Juan Valdez will never be out of work again. That’s all I got…Juan and his ‘family’ why’d the music stop? On a break!? Who’s messing with the in store play system. Oh, it’s you Quantan mechanic. Carry on. You know when already. T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ |
| In a particle accelerator, a boson, like any other particle, can travel at speeds extremely close to the speed of light, typically reaching around 99.999999% of the speed of light, as the theoretical limit prevents anything from exceeding light speed. Thus, updating the ‘driving like a bat out of hades’ expression to ‘like a boson in a particle accelerator. My reference conversion theory.  T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ The greatest that ever was never. I never wonder. Ponder. |
| Sun Tzu, a Chinese military strategist and author of The Art of War, is credited with saying, “To know your enemy, you must become your enemy”: Sun Tzu's advice is relevant, resonating in war rooms, boardrooms and chatrooms  . Hhis other wisdom: "Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night" "When you move, fall like a thunderbolt" "Know the enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles you will never be in peril" That’s all. But, you never know. T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ |
| At the end of looonnggg conversation…after sign off…the thought “How do you tell someone ‘You’re not the enemy…unless you’re trying to be’?” My life did a u-turn from compliance to ‘you don’t want to go there’, once absolutely known a manipulator in the midst wants to do more than shame but control a false narrative. I give a lot of rope to too many because I know I can bear the brunt of all the traction in other directions, as counterweight. One yank on each line will be felt, but not by me. No rope, no slack, not Samson trying to keep a temple together. If a house divides, Abe’s going to have an ‘I told you so’ for all the ignorance. And…not my problem. I’m being oblique. Had to get it down. But, we’ve made our mind up about shod feet and who has who’s shoes on. You can check my grammar here…but that’s it. 👔 T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ |
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