Broken Kingdom...of Children(13)
When MAA was nine things weren't always better. Never were totally cool. When you are a kid things are not what they seem. What looms for kids doesn't loom for us all. The fanciful stories and the illustrious visions, all come down to this...mental sanity. And the energy we give things. The stable moment is resting on a sea of card games. And left over reminders of a childhood long past. The nostalgia gives way to inactivity or activity in the destructive. What seems playful is actually scary and more thought should go into what is really happening.
Conspiracies aside, the truth is just a simple frame work of do(s) and dont(s) and not the donuts which are excellent. The roundness of the donut and the half baked idea that there is a solution to mental illness is just that. We all must see that the medications are the only stopping us from all going off the deep end. While swimming in a sea of inter stellar dust or a sea of blankets every night in our beds. The one thing that assures us all...is sanity. And the definitions of such are not always clear. But they must be clear. No more codes.
"Clear not coded, coded but clear." Brooke would have me repeat theses things to reprogram my brain and bring me back to reality.
Nostalgia is the currency of most of our actions. But most see not the Nostalgia itself but the feelings and memories it resides in. Nostalgia for you is something nice and warm. Nostalgia for a Bipolar person is the scary reality we live in and dance lightly thereof. We are made of nostalgic dust some many eons and egos ago. There is only time for nostalgia for a Bipolar person. There is only a feeling and a odor that brings back the memories. We live the memories over and over. And sometimes we don't remember correctly in the first place.
Nostalgia is what drives children's actions. Over and over like programming. The memories of the momentary is what keeps us going. Without the Holidays and reoccurring themes like....morning. We would soon sloth into a sensing of the past no more. We would stop and only remark. Comedians know all too well what it is to be sick. This is what drives.." jokes and the good times.'
Brooke taught me one thing and that thing is"...Space is the final frontier, baby."
When MAA was a kid he like Star Trek or TRack like people pronounce it. The track was right. The trek was not so good. Alot of nostalgia is talked about in Star Trek. Which scifiction lives in emotions. Emotions for a girl. Beautiful and new. Much like Captain Kirk and the tales of the apple room. Apple juice and everything tasty and good.
Salt is always a great alternative for the Bipolar. Salty foods are enhanced with in mania. This is been presenting to me first hand. MAA knew of its power salt. Salt coupled with nostalgia and you have a living memory. We call childhood. When our moms cooked for us the dishes we crave. Nostalgic dishes from the past and form space. This is what drives young John Kincade the dishes his mom made and the seasons of the stars they were placed into. Christmas is one such palace or place of things we experience and cherish. No, I am not making it up to you from the last chapter of a Christmas story gone to hell. But of one that makes me think of a girl. Pretty and sweet.
Captain Kirk thought of such things and had made maidens in the stars. But MAA..." is a one woman at a time man!" Brooke stated with gumption.
Captain Kirk had a long lost love, called Eve. I remembered her as Brooke. I must have said Brookes name in a 'Kirking' way million times.
"Brooke." MAA "why do you could the stars? My lovely." MAA waited for a response.
What's your real name, my love?" Brooke would ask hundreds of times.
"My real names is John." MAA would answer. "When I was a kid my name was John. Before the high counsel got a hold of me." Kirk and John had a lot in common and loved to see the stars the same way.
Through the view of a Broken Kingdom in space called a Star Rift. And the story of a lost maiden in the sky who loves another. The nostalgia of deep space is alluring for MAA/Thanos/Mytris Dyson and last but not least...John.
"In the beginning was John and the word was made flesh and dwelt among us." John Kincade said while speaking to Brooke his long lost love from Star Trek. Or so he thought.
When MAA was nine things weren't always better. Never were totally cool. When you are a kid things are not what they seem. What looms for kids doesn't loom for us all. The fanciful stories and the illustrious visions, all come down to this...mental sanity. And the energy we give things. The stable moment is resting on a sea of card games. And left over reminders of a childhood long past. The nostalgia gives way to inactivity or activity in the destructive. What seems playful is actually scary and more thought should go into what is really happening.
Conspiracies aside, the truth is just a simple frame work of do(s) and dont(s) and not the donuts which are excellent. The roundness of the donut and the half baked idea that there is a solution to mental illness is just that. We all must see that the medications are the only stopping us from all going off the deep end. While swimming in a sea of inter stellar dust or a sea of blankets every night in our beds. The one thing that assures us all...is sanity. And the definitions of such are not always clear. But they must be clear. No more codes.
"Clear not coded, coded but clear." Brooke would have me repeat theses things to reprogram my brain and bring me back to reality.
Nostalgia is the currency of most of our actions. But most see not the Nostalgia itself but the feelings and memories it resides in. Nostalgia for you is something nice and warm. Nostalgia for a Bipolar person is the scary reality we live in and dance lightly thereof. We are made of nostalgic dust some many eons and egos ago. There is only time for nostalgia for a Bipolar person. There is only a feeling and a odor that brings back the memories. We live the memories over and over. And sometimes we don't remember correctly in the first place.
Nostalgia is what drives children's actions. Over and over like programming. The memories of the momentary is what keeps us going. Without the Holidays and reoccurring themes like....morning. We would soon sloth into a sensing of the past no more. We would stop and only remark. Comedians know all too well what it is to be sick. This is what drives.." jokes and the good times.'
Brooke taught me one thing and that thing is"...Space is the final frontier, baby."
When MAA was a kid he like Star Trek or TRack like people pronounce it. The track was right. The trek was not so good. Alot of nostalgia is talked about in Star Trek. Which scifiction lives in emotions. Emotions for a girl. Beautiful and new. Much like Captain Kirk and the tales of the apple room. Apple juice and everything tasty and good.
Salt is always a great alternative for the Bipolar. Salty foods are enhanced with in mania. This is been presenting to me first hand. MAA knew of its power salt. Salt coupled with nostalgia and you have a living memory. We call childhood. When our moms cooked for us the dishes we crave. Nostalgic dishes from the past and form space. This is what drives young John Kincade the dishes his mom made and the seasons of the stars they were placed into. Christmas is one such palace or place of things we experience and cherish. No, I am not making it up to you from the last chapter of a Christmas story gone to hell. But of one that makes me think of a girl. Pretty and sweet.
Captain Kirk thought of such things and had made maidens in the stars. But MAA..." is a one woman at a time man!" Brooke stated with gumption.
Captain Kirk had a long lost love, called Eve. I remembered her as Brooke. I must have said Brookes name in a 'Kirking' way million times.
"Brooke." MAA "why do you could the stars? My lovely." MAA waited for a response.
What's your real name, my love?" Brooke would ask hundreds of times.
"My real names is John." MAA would answer. "When I was a kid my name was John. Before the high counsel got a hold of me." Kirk and John had a lot in common and loved to see the stars the same way.
Through the view of a Broken Kingdom in space called a Star Rift. And the story of a lost maiden in the sky who loves another. The nostalgia of deep space is alluring for MAA/Thanos/Mytris Dyson and last but not least...John.
"In the beginning was John and the word was made flesh and dwelt among us." John Kincade said while speaking to Brooke his long lost love from Star Trek. Or so he thought.
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