Relationship
Short Story by and for Ideas!
It was a dusky sort of relationship, the days had seemed to meld together like time had forgot itself, and it was in this union of all things that had needed to be so as to get ahead in the universe, this was the first-time there was a concerted effort to combine deep pasts with current if not future identity. The nubile have founded a relationship to pinnacle our efforts in one concise form, and its worth was managed as time and memoriam. As all things never remain a secret unless to harness an effect we are all left to our own devises so as to meet an ends as to its means. This is a totalitarian point of existence and can only rely on what the soul can provide.
Wealth for toil is always a common measure out in the nether regions of space, or at least genius has its reasons, for that itself is its sense. I had been captured in a state of distaste, so as to dictate something new as a formality, but as with any effort, physical or just in enterprise the slaves always become the victim of their needs as almost flailing. In the age of teleprompter dystopia, where you can almost think if not receive what you want to propel, we are defined in a construct of beginning. This end was always known if not managed as something to hark for, a time for change if not dispensation, but it also is a time for managed dispersal.
If we were to analyse positions in positioning we may find ourselves lost for its moment, but also find ourselves just taken for a ride, perhaps fun, different, engaging or surmised, as we can all choose how and where to think. If we found ourselves belated if not related to something that needed to happen, you may just find yourself in a relationship that always needed something. This something is what life is all about, it your next thought, your next need, or even you own self-alliance or individuality needing to propose through. One can get fairly used to everybody tricks for the matter, but it mainly has to do with as to what you could know and have known as dispensation.
If one was found as an interstellar reciprocal of measure for this existence, then you could very well ask for anything, but not if you haven’t found its worth. And this is also a very interesting topic. Is the message the medium or the massage, as we all tend to lick our lobes sometimes. That is life, you may have interpersonal relationships or then needs but really no one can tell you how to think but they can gestate where your thoughts may end or begin. Shoot first and ask questions later seems to be the only way to survive in the ‘noughties’ or should I say ‘naughties’ and after the Second Coming and Armageddon and all things else deemed necessary for entailed as; along part of time.
What was the only challenge? Perhaps it is only personal identity transgressed by personal need or waste. As it stands as a tale for a sale or new beginning it is stifled on a sense of style or management. This was all to do mainly with popular culture catching up with itself as if nowhere to go. This type of culture jamming is now prevalent in how countries may need so as to get ahead or at least pop some nuclear participles. But as we are not all military leaders with politics at play then I guess we get to sit and wait for the next round of world leaders to take the case onward towards heaven as in a way to prevent hell.
As we all sit basted in our own households looking towards the sky hoping it could die so we can just get on with our lives. It’s this chase that gave up its prize as there is no reprisal in lies. God is a magician and no-one gives a shit in today’s post 2000 technological race for our super-futures. If our new Messiah was made a leper in construct and fashion then what for our Masters of fate, is they to be cordoned as well, not knowing as to how the real world works. This is also its style or at least how the old cogs work as fresh ones bleed through to take the chase. What we ever developed was its Vision as it waited to become it future. So all shall take haste if not rebuttal in it loneliness.
It is from this vision we are able to take steps in building new relations in temperance and projection, our inspiration becomes our need, our desires our manifestations, and with this we create all things new, and in the universe we are charged with our knowledge and can only understand this, anything else is here-play for thought and trans-lecture. And thoughts are said to lead to action and deliverance, but what is its beauty is its latency in denial as aspect, and can gain to become auspice. You can only see an apple as if to eat, you can see it to make apple pie, or even think of it as pear shaped until needed, so-for disguising what may be needed of it. So we walk through life swapping apples and pears, never needing the pie if not knowing the taste. It is in this hunger we find our debate.
These semantics are born to shock alone, it has cased all that had been responsive to a phenomenon, it has trailed the tastes of time and breeds all evil in which to feed upon, it is in this we have found our future as it could change at the slice of a pie, a piece to hold or to say it had come from. With this ideas can be trusted and governed as coagulate, but never really needed, so it is with this loose pie we are chasing reliance. We can all now walk with the sense of this pie in our minds and if not hearts. More pie, will lead to more need, and more need had stood alone.
Our efforts have been documented, and our needs transposed, and all ends as communication, “who put the hot doggie in the pot” as the Norwegian chef from the Muppets has caste, what are you waiting for? To look and yet not found is its only laziness. The goat has its escape.
