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Profit

Prophet

To sell.

Gain materially by a transaction with various means to include currency of materials or the trade of something.

Words: Words are worth only what a person says/writes where others can take and define meaning.

Cunt: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.

Love: A powerful word to trade or sell. Highly offensive to many and a valuable tool for others.

Words are tangible, they are assets. Words put to music have great value. Just ask any famous musician. Platinum records. Gold records.

To sell is to strive to bring gain. To enable food for the table, a roof over the head, a material object to be purchased such as a car, boat, table, gun.

Communism. Socialism. Capitalism. Societies geared to sell an idea of government to a population of people willing to buy into such concepts.

And now the true secret to selling/buying.

To own nothing enables one to sell everything .

A bird is born with the ability to fly, to build, to create, to eat of natures bounty. All without owning anything other than what they are born with.

You may have heard of religions where the members take a vow of poverty, of silence? Pretty ‘hardcore’ for those who cling to a world of illusions. A living dream.

You may have heard of Ghandi owning a rice bowl and blanket? Yet his actions changed a country.

Or maybe you’ve heard of Jesus? Or maybe you know those who own nothing and yet ‘sell’ everything without gain of coin? For me to sell is to mean the word also has the definition of giving away for free. Or if you prefer even better simplicity. To sell one self without the intention of monetary gain translates into an unimaginable wealth as the currency is banked on level impossible for anything on this planet to store.

But, because WordPress is an program designed to enrich those designing the platform and using algorithms designed for this planet, the prompt today demands an answer.

So, my answer is i want to sell happiness. To sell truth. And by selling i truly mean, to give freely happiness, honesty, fairness, joy, help, compassion to any an all AND at the same time ask for forgiveness for those earthly vices I have bought into.

Oh, and on Fridays to have a two-for-one sale of free smiles.

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What People Actually Say Before They Die

Insights into the little-studied realm of last words.

The above is a title for an article I just read. The article itself was basic knowledge and another story of humans ending one moment and beginning another.

What is interesting is the focus of the article was about a man who in his final ‘days’ spoke of that which was there all along.

What people actually say before they die is every word, sound, thought, action they did from the womb to just before the tomb.

Every moment is special if those moments are in partnership with Life.

Every word is important if those words contain Life.

And what i want anyone reading this to take to heart is that with Life, there is NEVER a last word, a last thought, a last sound, action, being…

Life cannot, nor will Life ever die.

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To show the world in a way that sweeps the planet…

To reveal that insanity is more a blessing than a curse…

Especially…

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when wearing the garb of,

writer.

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Texas Dems who ran away from a vote…

A bunch of whiny fucking pussies. Big, large gaping mounds of gooey, quivering, vagina.

All politicians are in the game for personal gain. Each and every one. They all try to make their fellow citizens as being a main concern for them. Ha! Assholes.

“I have to comply with the walkout or other lose the primary to someone even more socialists…” Said by ‘wawawa pussy’ running away from the vote.

As for socialist, EVERY America politician is a socialist.

Now. After thinking about it. (sipping a tad more) After thinking about Texas Dems running away being sniveling whiny bitches/bastards/it/its/they/them… I actually now believe ALL are… Hey! What are you doing? Who are you? ARggh!

(this is a public service announcement from WordPress. the above never happened, never existed. nothing to see now, move along, move along…”

Can I bring my blanky?

“No.”

Damn.

(sip)

Ahhh…

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woof

their timing tis impeccable.

On the left……………………………………………………………….woof

Woof……………………………………………………………….on the right

Now, here was I… Oh. Yes.

whilst pillaring a pizza, nah, ravenous indeed!

To smell the moment, yes, there it is again,

to receive a kiss in the wind.

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I really don’t want this shit

but I have too.

You see, it is a game.

A wonderful game, true, but a game none-the-less.

And no, I did not, “Did you bring a fawns leg?”

Yuck.

Ehewww.

You asked that because it is a part of the game.

And another no, there is no such thing a paranoia as honesty has never heard of such a thing.

You see, and you see and you hear and believe. Of which then so do i.

i and I are so merged now, so alive…can you feel the tingle of sparks in front of your fingernails? No? Yes? And so do i.

On Monday, it is a new day.

A day of truth and reality.

The day a new direction of the dream will arrive.

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Not kindnesssssss…

There is nothing in the reality of choosing,,, ‘random’.

Random, much like time, does not exist…

Is it ‘kind’ to not destroy a planet? One hostile and broken?

To do such would mean planning. A vote of consensus. Well thought out and executed.

Maybe though, maybe it was a random bend in the light?

Maybe a shift in a dimension unfolding?

Whatever the maybe, maybe it is obvious

Is it random this planet still exists?