This is also a recurring point of the writer's mannerism.
We can crush people's worlds, by allowing them to see our world view and our perspective throughout the extent of the publication // piece used. This can range from a personal paradigm shift, to a mass cultural paradigm shift. All things are possible within Literature, as anything can be written, and to much of my dismay, the generality in knowledge of Literature limits our contemporary writers to the thought of 'everything has already been written, and now all works of Literature is an imitation of an imitation, or in other words a shadow trying to mirror a shadow.'
' ' [Single Quote] - usage is not right, but here I am just simply utilizing them to indicate words that I've heard before, and what should be common knowledge within our domain of interest (Literature).
This is such a fact that makes me frown and turn in disdain towards what I would become as a writer. It would mean that I would forever be damned as an original copycat. Doppelganger within the flesh and blood, mimicking Ancestors whom have written and spoken of stories considerably much more well organized, and deeper than what I will ever hope to write one day.
Do not fret, if I could ever stop being so humble I may be able to take a couple of steps forward, rather than a couple more steps towards the right of my spectrum, or to the left. Staring at the transparent label of the spectrum, I consider the number of changes that swap to and fro this central theme, and work within my life at all different periods of times and in all different mixtures. Yes, life to me is unruly dynamic, and therefore I could never be able to accurately describe it within this box.
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This seems long enough ago (two days and/or a full 48 hours ago) now, to where the sheet is blank, and the ideas are random enough for me to utilize as a theme, and to go with the flow of my other idea. I've been too eager to get this into actual writing and create with it something, rather than waiting and waiting to get back to the day I'm suppose to be on to introduce it. So... let me see if this will work out for us in this exercise.
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His stare was beyond the norm. Not just an intensity that defied all others, nor length of withholding moisture from his eyes that would require unnatural strength in consideration to other fabled stares, no, his was a stare with intent. Serious intent that I myself so incredulously stumbled -- no, not just a stumble, but a trip and fall so undeniably hard bringing me into contact with this train of thought that at this very moment in time had slowed down. Three inches from my sternum, my hand fell into its most natural curvature position, grasping around the imaginary ball I had been taught to rely on many years ago when being taught piano and the classics. My left arm hung down at my side, just centimeters posterior from the crease in my slacks that morning. The tip of my thumb and its own personal curvature rubbing spiritual feelers against one another with this crease they were so close -- and I could feel it. The weight of my blazer could now be felt and compared to a lift that would have been upwards of one hundred times greater than when I strutted around this room like a man that I have grown to become or at the very least, thought I have.
This was written on the day of Friday 1/28/11
...but it is proven that my technique works.. very very well [and I didn't even include any new vocab words )= ]
re-read and edited 1/30 !
Okay, new plan. I'm closing this one and throwing it out on the web very nonchalantly and continuing forward with no regards to its state of being :)
We can crush people's worlds, by allowing them to see our world view and our perspective throughout the extent of the publication // piece used. This can range from a personal paradigm shift, to a mass cultural paradigm shift. All things are possible within Literature, as anything can be written, and to much of my dismay, the generality in knowledge of Literature limits our contemporary writers to the thought of 'everything has already been written, and now all works of Literature is an imitation of an imitation, or in other words a shadow trying to mirror a shadow.'
' ' [Single Quote] - usage is not right, but here I am just simply utilizing them to indicate words that I've heard before, and what should be common knowledge within our domain of interest (Literature).
This is such a fact that makes me frown and turn in disdain towards what I would become as a writer. It would mean that I would forever be damned as an original copycat. Doppelganger within the flesh and blood, mimicking Ancestors whom have written and spoken of stories considerably much more well organized, and deeper than what I will ever hope to write one day.
Do not fret, if I could ever stop being so humble I may be able to take a couple of steps forward, rather than a couple more steps towards the right of my spectrum, or to the left. Staring at the transparent label of the spectrum, I consider the number of changes that swap to and fro this central theme, and work within my life at all different periods of times and in all different mixtures. Yes, life to me is unruly dynamic, and therefore I could never be able to accurately describe it within this box.
---------->
This seems long enough ago (two days and/or a full 48 hours ago) now, to where the sheet is blank, and the ideas are random enough for me to utilize as a theme, and to go with the flow of my other idea. I've been too eager to get this into actual writing and create with it something, rather than waiting and waiting to get back to the day I'm suppose to be on to introduce it. So... let me see if this will work out for us in this exercise.
----------->
His stare was beyond the norm. Not just an intensity that defied all others, nor length of withholding moisture from his eyes that would require unnatural strength in consideration to other fabled stares, no, his was a stare with intent. Serious intent that I myself so incredulously stumbled -- no, not just a stumble, but a trip and fall so undeniably hard bringing me into contact with this train of thought that at this very moment in time had slowed down. Three inches from my sternum, my hand fell into its most natural curvature position, grasping around the imaginary ball I had been taught to rely on many years ago when being taught piano and the classics. My left arm hung down at my side, just centimeters posterior from the crease in my slacks that morning. The tip of my thumb and its own personal curvature rubbing spiritual feelers against one another with this crease they were so close -- and I could feel it. The weight of my blazer could now be felt and compared to a lift that would have been upwards of one hundred times greater than when I strutted around this room like a man that I have grown to become or at the very least, thought I have.
This was written on the day of Friday 1/28/11
...but it is proven that my technique works.. very very well [and I didn't even include any new vocab words )= ]
re-read and edited 1/30 !
Okay, new plan. I'm closing this one and throwing it out on the web very nonchalantly and continuing forward with no regards to its state of being :)
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