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Ending Part one.

You all are beyonder me
AS this is near Christmas and I’m not totally a humbug, I feel the final content has to be a little different. I mean lets face it there’s no real reason to comply the to some outlined out come as, understand that life goes on anyways, there’s never is an end. It is just the end to a window that you have had on my tiny part of a tiny life.
So of course I’m going to ramble on and change the subject and skip from one thing to another as its what I do. Should I not show this as it is, that being in my own lowly understands of how a mind works forming bridges and I myself wish to rebuild bridges. Nostalgic persons like myself must at least try,
 So I do it I guess too much.
But this time it need to be a little merrier, as the only real reason thing like myself in despairing and falling into nististitic thought is causing me to want. What is that I have of cling to hope? I still cant except. The self became unimportant and the most important in a world that clear nothing really has more importance than that what one puts into thinking about something.
Quickly you the three family members that probably read this and watch my work. I hope there is more but again the world really doesn’t care about my part init.
And yes I wholly care that it dose not.
But this to the art viewers of all art works. The relationship between a bit of work and its viewer (the beyonder). You control that work. The artist will struggle with this but it is a fact that it belong in your head and what you think and the areas it fell onto in your mind is more and most important.
Of you how, who from the world that breathe life in to art works.
Author is but a thing, which put significance into another thing.
By author you could say
Artist
Actor
Dancer
Writer.
Music maker
Most creative type, sorry but not chef, yes you make nice food but it not the same as art.
Plus don’t be mad by my naive assertion, we could swap wages then you could obtain it all. You need to be broke and making stuff that the world tells you not to be making, and no that fore some reason you are here to do that.
But this is good a thing, that is the magic of making external of my thought, what they do when they touch another’s thoughts.
As you all making my work good beyond my own self-indulgences.
You in your massively greatness of beyonderness
I stole this character from comic books, but art and artist in all walks need to bow to there audiences and this is my own.
Thanks if you have made it this far down the page.
I love your commitment to my work I hope I am worthy.
Now if you have not made it this far fuck off and leave art alone as your spoiling it far the people how enjoy making things for people.
That just an example as I would relate that to anyone’s work if it in front of you and you have the time to give it, as it a passion of my own is to view.
You and your mind are in fact the creator of the artist’s world; hopefully the artist has to the knowledge of the signs. He/she is putting them in the right correlation to communicate and the artist is not just folly threw signs and signal at you meaninglessly.
Personally I’ve just been scrolling threw feeling I want people to no longer ignore, AS we all give then to each other, I find it sickening. I turned my reflections into a tale, storeys of the task and ordeal and try to place you all in the epicentre of all are human guilt of are endless truths. I no longer find then worthy of myself. I also just don’t dance and compromise because it is the demand from the top.
The intent is to do thing the right way, I am human and I have to except that I make big mistakes. But my path is uncoprimisable as I am trying to do things right the way I believe is Wright, Its apian that I disagree with much of society as I cant have a normal life and do what is right. It also a pain to me as it a slow processes I hope to attain my goal before I die.
People say a writer must start with writing his/her life storey. This seems trying but holds truths, how could one dare to talk upon another if he or she had not embark on the epic task of understanding the epicenes of there own existence. How can you hope to pull the soul strings of another, if you are not in tune with your own? You explore this life you have had the emotion both positive and negative. So you if you ever wish to write something of value you start right there.
Writing and make character’s creating new soul from your own. In this the good artist soul becomes infinite.
But as if you have witness over the last couple of mouth this practise is more than a little bit detrimental and whole depoverist to the indervisaul. I personal I could only do this as, I think I lost.
Nothing to lose I guess.
Making something out of the mess that I had become.
 I am thankful to have started the process.
The seas are calmer these days.
A creative prose’s for sale
Going cheat
Though I wish to feel
All things I do not wish to dwell. That is not saying I won’t it is say I don’t wish to. Would it be nice to dwell on the nicer things? But to dwell mean you let the monument allowed you.
I did not choose this course I was put on it. They never should have done this to an artist, as we don’t shut up. We make-work.
But I don’t want to just make something, which looks to be art.
I want to make work that which, talks of my souls truths.
I purity I find noble in all my naivety
Do you get that?
Must don’t see that in me are my work. That sits in the impulsive nature of my sketch, and my unwilling-ness to edit my work to a valid authentic.
But my truths rant yours and that great.
Let both uncomprimisly look for the middle ground we can agree on.
We are all massively different from one and another. Honest we just have a designer to label are self and everybody else. The same as are self so we feel apart and can identifier are fellow from foe.
I can surest that this is to build tribes and have enemy sadly this is a part of are evolution. I don’t really think like this but when I try I am very good at it. I don’t are have grown board of giving limits to the potentials of other.
We say the same things, across the globe. We make storey out of these sets of thing we tell each other. We’ve been saying the same thing since that first cave man marked his hand on his cave wall and spat bit of berry’s and stones chew up across the backs of his hands. So we are weird to repeat the same cements and created the same relationships, which have work for us for century
This is where I am strange. I’m board and I should not be. But I am.
So we all think defiantly but tell each other the same storeys and have done all the way threw recorded time. I thought maybe the feeling behind such storey would tell the tale better.
So myself the individual has to be different. So when did we negates the same path for me to walk. Most skip this path as it is to be avoided. Having been on this path for some time now 2 yr at least but more likely the whole of my life. I would not say stay away from it. Is it hard like? But it eases the nisthislism I feel and was crippled by.
I know look aloft as I have found myself to be exalted.
Not believing in enlighten, there is no grandness and is never going to be a grand truth. But there is a pureness in it pursuit. I am now its bastard son once more the rightrightouse one on the task of identifying the versus between the how and what ever of this world.

I had a moment a couple of days ago.
I watched I video of a water Lillie searching for the suns energy and a was more moved than I have allowed myself to be for sometime, as the swinging no not swing the dancing was pure blissfulness to witness that I was, I thing I have unnoticed a whole life.
 Many do not watch for to long. Not a long life, and we must give small widows of what is worthy. But the whole of the life I have been offered these watchful moments and I never truly understood what has been giving, magnitudes of my settings and there offerings once more I felt my soul own string was for a second in tune. I want more moments.

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