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Pleas emanating from a full heart void of desire. Pleas separated from reality immersed in truth. An invitation to a path wandering through a smoldering embered fire cast in a dream. Memory Backward or Memory Ahead. The Fictive Whisper beckons. Dormant fingers stumbling over once familiar keys in an attempt to craft a fledgling thought
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It’s easy to engage in objective banter. (think arguments) In politics, it’s right versus left, taxes, etc. In culture, it’s the the role of technology and media and the office of influence pushing into race, morality, freedom, and identity. I believe this or that. Sports, movies, books, television, podcasts, money, blogs…. like I said, objective
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One day, when Jesus was talking to his followers about the folly of humans making vows, he said, “But let your statement be, ‘Yes, yes ‘ or ‘No, no’ anything beyond these is of evil.” The thought seems so direct and filled with obvious inference, that you wonder why Jesus would take the time to
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Who challenge? Is this all I possess? Who challenge. What challenge? To advance. To improve. To grow. To mature. To join, through an empty seduction, the manipulative environment of a measured advancement toward a malevolent love. The fear of failing fear’s failing. A club. A cult. A religion. A band. A god. A life. A
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Whispers of Truth exist softly within the Screaming of Lies, like the breathy silence in a wall of musical sound. Guitars and Pianos colliding sonically in a confined space, and yet, a small, seductive silence spans between the pitch of instruments and lifts up the relationship of the two as one. Music. Whispers of Truth
Fictive Whispers 