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“The statistics say if you place your settlement and road there you won’t get many rolls to gain ore, sheep and the such.” 

"Mom, if you don’t play seriously it’s more of a game between us while you do your ‘experiments’ on different ways of how to lose." -this might be an actual quote I frustrate those so.

My son plays chess, while I spin words to remove the board and their rules to show them the above a below and how to move control, gorilla warfare is at hand. 

All minded places of how toos.

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Game theory; when realizing the hows people game systems, then learning the systems from below the ground up and above, terrain, then feel the ground (Terra ones) you can see the more ways. Chess is not silly there just isn’t any thing important about the win, the win is knowing how the others play in the system. Words and statistics indexed as matter without the knowing other factors are at play, unnoticed systems that are not measurable. 

Game theory; in real life it is about life and death*, of ways, of people, cultures, knowledge of what really is vs what is man made and some of the man made has life which can be felt, Knox Knox Knox.

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She rolled the dice, “4” she said so they could hear her.

One 3 and a one.

She rolled the dice,”6”

One 2 and a 4.

She rolled the dice one more and said, “11”

Snake eyes

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Blue and yellow on a tube

Scanning eyes back into you

She did delve deep

 speedy at flight

nothing is nailed in that tight.

Don't count your chickens until you have eaten them, even then...

White Lighting

 

Electric sounds filled the static air

Chhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chhh

And then a halt.

Droplets of rain hit the top of her head as she reached her ultra violet arms through the thicket as the sky folk above her clashed their words in high pitched bare tones, sometimes ten at a time sometimes more. She spun a quick song, a start with low growl, she funneled long sweet ahhhhhh sounds up to a crown then to reach the place she whistled the point. 

There upon the pillow of the clouds she met her kin folk, some in their dreams, others long passed from the earth, and others yet to be. This here where the electromagnetic field lay bare where they planed and forged the strength and peace for the future, under the full eyes of God. 

Down below a box of gold glowed, the chatter inside was intensely bold. 

“Shhhhhhhhhhh” was whispered heavy above the crowd 

“Listen to the old woman with the bird sounds.”

Vibrating molecules were felt all around as the people in the box of gold that glowed darted their eyes, meeting friend and foe. 

A ball of light did spin above the crowd in the box of gold that glowed. 10 items were the matter at hand as feathers fell across the lands. The what to do now was in the past, a future of faith and proper order.

 Moving in tandem with the sun, moon, and stars.

Hong Kong

 

She slipped on her tiger blue shoes made for traversing softly upon everything, 

her pants were denim, 

flowing around her gate of grace, 

her T-shirt today was uniform of the day, 

a particular plan on the wings of Pan, 

life was about to land. 

Be still and listen 

One day I will tell you a story

We were looking through old windows in time...it was 1983 I think, Hong Kong. We had a delay on our departure because my mothers snake skin shoes that were being made for her weren't ready, they were mixed in colour shades of grey skies in all their hews with a smatter of white and a little blue too. There was a baby sleeping on a box with not a care to mind. Half a carcass of a medium sized four legged animal laid upon the street next pieces of the rest, waste makes a mess. 

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The Four Musketeers

 

His last day was a great day 

Time no longer existed 

His life was lived so well he was brought up to the clouds with a swell. Quick it was with halted release this great man of God whose life was lived.

Death’s tears ran down her face, a final release an Angel was made. She watched through the panes of the glass, his Golden love not far behind and then behold infinite with out time.

His silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light, his last day was a great day his future was so bright.

The light drew near and the sky lit up, his silver hair that once was black as night and blue in the right light peace at hand, an end to a night.

Be still and listen,

I love you Uncle Athos. Thank you God for letting me walk with you, my GodFather in this life, a Chinese man from French Guiana that lived on the most eastern island off the coast of South America. My Fathers brother he was, a smorgasbord are We, from the north to the south, the east and the west We cover the earth with all that is blessed.

The tall green trees with roots that grew up, the Banyan tree, a different kind of people are We. 

Death sat at the left hand side of her Father and it was all going to be all right.

ahava

 

As the engineering for her mothers future garden was in play the sun beat down and the birds did sing, the crow cawed and the busy bee bumbled as the proboscis of the butterfly flexed and bowed feeding deep in to the place most would never know. 

Some extravagant beauty would get the slash though not to be misused, tending was at hand.

The American Red Start flew under the brush, to be seen by air a black bird would it appear. The cardinals were fed while they chipped about, while the metal cylinders filled the air with soft full sounds when an easy breeze flew through. 

Sunflowers unfurled to the humming birds delight. Pillows of clouds shaded the ground at periodic points hovering randomly changing the scene. 

“Hello every body, we have a little work to do dears. 

Fret not for your peers,

the dead be awaken, with life as its source.”

 The she sang a bit about blue birds over rainbows

 and great deal of ahava and a greeting to God.

Bewitched Words

 

Upon his ear

The song was sung

Then she spit

Then she hummed

Weapons of Mass Destruction

 

 

She spun it around as she went to town with authorization vex and hex, the water flowed fully in the know how to break down the particle, the matter in hand.

Verily she landed on the lap of the man in the suit, hairs of the wrong colours, unserious was he, a coin hoarder as he weeped poor me to the people whose coins he gathered. She with all her eyes and legs climbed up the arm of the man in the suit, hairs the wrong colours, unserious was he. To his ear she went and sang did she, an angelic melody

 once there was a fool

a fool that thought he was spinning lace

a trace though there

from then to here

an end would come to his space

salt to be shed

from your eyes down your head

a deception no longer

אמן

Be still and listen

One day I will tell you a story

 

When someone jots down on paper a simple math equation 

I have 5 apples

I made one disappear.

I now have 4 apples. 

I made one disappear only if I take action on my equation.

Why would I write it down if I didn’t mean it for it to happen?

Cartography is just mapping a way, an engineered system that can pave on multiple waves.