by Exuberant Teleportation » Tue Feb 12, 2019 12:32 am
My True Nature was revealed when the Lakers beat the New Jersey Nets in 2002, an inviting oasis of catastrophe and melodies. Crying out with the spirit of evanescence, circumnavigating the globe as a wandering rogue Dragonite was about my life force, the tension, Will, florescence, and triangulation of such time bombs and shipwrecks. It's a long journey, overcoming the avalanches and torrents of forgotten tsunamis.
In Pokemon, Mystery at the Lighthouse, Ash discovers an ocean, vast, unprecedented, limitless, and wide. He catches Krabby (Scizor), and then He meets Bill in a Kabuto (Dusclops or Scizor) costume. The Lightningbolts rage to outlandish eons permeating a separate realm of existence. Then Dragonite sings in the same voice as Lugia, howling over the ocean. It's an unforetold ghost of outside of the box enigmas.
Mewtwo was Scizor, a battlefield maestro of swirling momentum tumbling the World unto X.
Unknown ether whirls in the flickering graveyard of sound box tides regenerating combat cascades drape the pool of ideals with elements striking the Rainbow of Fissures and exploded grottos. I became the Chosen 1, legendary, indomitable, erotic, and sweet.
Lugia was My Light side, and Rayquaza was My Dark side. It's like a simple game of chess. It's also like how in Harry Potter, I had a lot of the stratagem, skyrocketing to the top, penetration, and breaking of the existential laws like Slitheran, but I'm of elevated nobility, invincible resolve, extravagant Will, and true mania with friends as Golden as the Sun itself. Harry was the Dark Magician and Lugia ultimately, but I've harnessed Rayquaza power to advance outlines that render new portals to extra delightful summers rushing through the shine sprites of council and dominion. In Yugioh, we must never forget the serenity of genuine companionship, and a luster that animates every imponderable quest arrow towards the everlasting and profound. I'm as precise as the clock, because all of life for Me is a Merry-Go-Round of both Joy and calculation, because I fly with conscientious fun.
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viewtopic.php?f=1&t=194124The value of a novel is not that it is real or will ever happen but rather it represents reality in an architectural model of how it could be or should be. Similarly, when theoretical physicists dream of a utopian golden age of scientific discovery where humans have evolved to the point of mastering hyperspace and bending the universe to their will, the value of it is not that logical calculations indicate humans are too insignificant for this to be our destiny, but rather the value is in the theory itself of creating a vastly unprecedented and advanced society, the architectural model of how humanity could evolve and what humanity should achieve. Achieving this in the imagination, the world of the mind would be the focus that could manifest itself into a better reality. The value is in the journey of humans becoming the lords of creation rather than the destination.