you will meet exactly the very thing you are trying to avoid
[it is irresponsible that some people can't work because some people party. These people are too loud! And I really like that song by the way.]
Plan: infiltrate, crash, escape — mystery visitor
glasses check (glasses… are way, cool way to detract attention ((with these lights bouncing off of it…)), white leather jacket … and if this purple shirt had only one appropriate life — this would be it.
“wow!” “yeah!” “m?”, wait a minute… this is a birthday party… “who invited me?” “ah… who invited you?”
(obviously late) “please calm down… I’m a good person — please… it’s ok…”
Oh he is who? ohh… I’m sorry. please come in. If you left it would make me feel bad.
“No I was just checking for safety reasons and everything is a-o-k Mr. lobby-man. They are OK, no need to worry..”
Please have some of this, I made them myself.
” I was about to… ok.”
small acts of kindness can have great significance.
small acts of meanness can have some significance as well.
both reveal one’s true nature.
this is a medium
There are interesting and unexpected ways to meet new people. unLike those who try to connect via Facebook. What’s more interesting is that many people in this region utilize Facebook like Twitter. Instead of creating more or less exclusive network they are broadcasting like Twitter Many distinguished institutions and groups have adopted a person page where they become friends with their subscribers. I do not mind meeting people in any particular venues… but I like elevator most. The environment lacks any particular stimulus which is the opposite of social sites. Attention is to the number display, the door, and the mechanical movement of the cabin. If there are other passengers there is an additional focus to the position and placement of bodies in the closed space. It is like a sensory deprivation chamber. One of the first Philosopher to propose a chamber that eliminates all physical stimulus was Avicenna. He argued that in such situation (lack of body) a certain awareness continues to persist. Elevator brings us back to our primordial forms. who we are, displaced between heaven and earth. Elevators remind us that we have nothing to say. Nothing relevant at least.
Meet me in an elevator. Meet me when I look awful. When I’m taking out the trash. When I drive poorly. When I’m carrying something heavy or going through the doorway when I’m trying to get through. Meet me in some art gallery. But please, do not meet me on Facebook. It was not designed for that; I was not designed for that.
hearts not minds.
Once upon a time in a beautiful forest, lived beautiful fairies. They used to play around the trees, swing on the branches and play hide and seek. As the forest grew so did their magical powers!
Then one day the ass.king descended on the forest. The king was closed shaven but he still looked like an ass. He also was a smart ass. He demanded the fairies to cut down the forest. He explained to them how nice it was without them. Little fairies tried to reason with the king how much they loved the forest. But the king would not accept any explanation and began criticizing them even more for it. He made fun of their wings too. The smart ass king also showed his back to them with pride: “Look at my back,” he said, “It is so much better not to have wings.” He also added: “You should shave too.”
Fairies were not convinced. But so just to quite the king they came up with a solution. They would cut down the forest and apply something like aftershave afterwards.
They cut the trees as close as possible and covered it with leaves. They also shaved their magical beards.That night they slept on the ground.
The next morning they woke up and guess what?? They had also cut their own fairy wings and now had no magical powers. They also had lost their memory. From that point on they worked hard to keep the forest from growing.
well let’s see if you can find “any” anymore.
and I apologies to the word freak.
they should be hitting you.