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Not only does that count, but it gets a GOLD STAR. I can't post images here, though. You'll have to employ the power of Imagination! Here's a text heart in case that's not quite enough: <3
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None: he just has to drive down a few heavily trafficked streets and freeways on the same mind numbing commute each day to a lifeless, soul-sucking job. Unless he's homeless, then he only has to walk up and down one, either with a sign declaring his window-washing skills, or actively accosting people with his services.
Or, if you want to get more abstract, 'roads' could be analogous with internet links, in which case a man will walk down as many as will provide him the porn he wants. -
I'm going to say yes and pretend you're a stranger so I can delude myself that people actually visit and like the site.
GO, IMAGINATION, GO. -
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Emotions, my dear....mysterious inquisitor. I don't think my 'bad luck' stems from any desire to control, though I'm familiar with the theory of 'locus of control'; whether the control comes from inside or outside, and how much, and what sort of, control is involved. But random chance is, well, random, and when you're a life form, you're at the mercy of universal uncertainty when it comes to survival on all levels.
I can logically understand that loss is inevitable, when a child experiences loss of people, places, and things vital to their healthy development, they become conditioned to it. Two extremes may develop: apathy and control. Those are based on 'fight or flight' responses. My control is my fight in an environment where severe loss is inevitable, but perhaps preventable to some degree.
My negative reactions because of past traumas may create situations that seem worse than they are, admittedly. But in my perception it's very terrible. Nevertheless, real tragedies do happen, too, and most of them could not have been influenced by my control.
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Well, how many Mongols to a horde? It would be one board each so they could go sand surfing on the dunes when they weren't raiding. Or if they were.
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No, because I'm pretty sure that's just the word 'sued' cleverly disguised as a Japanese copula.
Hah, I said copula. -
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As usual, it was too much to describe. I could write books about the dreams I have in one morning session of REM. So, yeah. There was a real skunk, but it was punked out, with green, spiky hair where the white stripe should have been. It looked ratty and it was mean. I don't like skunks.
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Survive and experience it all the way through to the end! If I can make some memorable art and change a few lives for the better along the way, all the better.
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Completely depends on the situation. If I'm healthy and there are no known threats already, definitely. I feel better than safe, actually; some of my best insights and strange experiences have come from being alone at night. But it sure as hell can become lonely having no one to share those with.
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