When you give someone the silent treatment, you are going out of your way to avoid talking or recognizing their existance. However, this just means you are giving that person special treatment by going out of your way to act a certain way to them. Basically, you are acknowledging them ironically by actively ignoring them.

why is it that in so many fonts, an uppercase i looks exactly like a lowercase l.

maybe we should just write with no capital letters. that makes things much easier. then i don’t have to worry about what the hell someone’s trying to say.

or maybe we should just add two lines. that would work too. then it would look like i and l are different letters. i have some life issues. i just can’t stand it when letters look too similar. maybe i should learn japanese. then i don’t have to worry about letters looking the same. or maybe i do. i don’t know anything about japanese.

BUT ANYWAY!

maybe uppercase i looks like l because when the first people thought of the illuminati, they capitalized it so it looked like three lines.

Illuminati. and three lines make the three sides of a triangle so........

bam. Il = Illuminati.

welcome to the twisted knowledge of the illuminati conspiracy.

i don’t know about you, but i’m writing in lowercase now..... lol.

;)

#lifeissues

Imagine being told you are a computer repeating patterns regurgitating information you have only been told or programmed to think. Your NAME for example: You been told all your life this is yours yet it was given to you like a gift. You did not decide it yourself. Everything you learn period is at least 2nd hand knowledge. The only thing that is first hand knowledge is what you experience yourself. What if everything you were taught was upside-down and backwards and you just realizing many years later. What if you don't really know hardly nothing, but thinking you know everything. What if banks lend people debt and people spend that debt to create more debt the only thing is that you think it's something else. What if you are a battery powering a system you cannot see.

So, to clairify, I swim and I know what's hard and what's not. Kind of. Anyway, one day, when we were using fins, my friend wondered if using fins while doing dolphin kick is what mermaids felt like. I turned to her and said: "You realize, that mermaids would have cores of steel and like six-pack abs, right? Since they're doing dolphin kick their whole life."

She stared at me and was like: "What the hell? I want to tell you your wrong and crazy, but I CAN'T. THIS ACTUALLY MAKE SENSE!"

So, yeah. Mermiads have six-packs and cores of god damn steel. Change my mind.

We were born for each other

That we called each other’s names

Before we were birthed

That we spent our childhoods

Cultivating the parts of our machine

That we each were responsible for

To make the whole

Do you ever think that our souls

Have composed a whole symposium

Which only we can hear

Only we feel the vibration thereof

The only dance to match it is our own

Choreographed with the natural

Ebb and flow of our syncopated breaths

A song when sung can only resonate

With our cores

Nobody else.

A song which sounds off key

When attempted by any other person

Outside of our little duo.

Our bubble

You ever thought...

That the very air we breathe

Is the exhalation of the other

Flowing through an oxygen mask

That has only the essence of us

You and I

Are each other’s aura

The auric field deflecting all else

From our sacred field.

You ever noticed....

That you smell like me

And I smell like you

A unique universe;

A unique fragrance

Belonging only to

And

Recognised

Soul-ly

Solely

By we alone!

Did you know I knew this when you did!

Do you ever think maybe we're not actually "living"? That maybe our souls were bound together in one big, primordial ball of Play-doh until they were severed and squashed into little containers, slowly drying out in the sun? And when we "die", what's really happening is our small containers are surrendering their resistance to our natural state of infinite energy, letting our small pieces back into the ether where they originally belonged?

And if you feel you can't remember this happening before, it's only because your "container" has cut you off from your experiences and shared being - leaving you with just a finite, droll little existence to play out until the clay has worn down and it's time to return again.

The Starseeds are coming.

You didn’t know?

We have been waiting.

Many of us also did not know.

But the wheels are turning. The cogs are moving everything into place.

The alignment is almost complete.

You don’t believe?

Because, you never think.

Get your head up! Look up!

From your phone. From your feet. From your fears.

Impossible things are preparing the way.

The world is close to fracturing.

Trump has divided America – like him or hate him.

There’s no middle ground.

Extremes becoming normal.

Storms and snow when there should be sunshine.

Drought and famine when there should be rainfall.

There’s no middle ground.

Extremes becoming normal.

Brexit has divided the dis-united kingdom – for or against, there’s no middle ground.

Extremes becoming normal.

The date of this event was delayed, because

I was not quite ready.

My own life has been fractured – against my very wishes. But I had to be released, from my earthly life. It causes pain to me and many.

But our time is here.

I always knew I came from somewhere,

Somewhere, not from here.

I often wished to go home, not knowing what that meant.

But I grew into my life.

Too innocent. Too naïve. To create a perfect flaw. Something that could be used later to crack open my shell and release me.

It is coming soon.

We are amassing. But we are young and still learning.

We will get one chance to restore order.

One chance.

Our memories are returning.

Heed this clarion call.

The Starseeds are coming.

Beware!

Join us – for or against. There is no middle ground.

But Beware!

We never lose.

Around the 1920s, a few big game hunters visited the sub-saharan region of Africa to search for a magnificent catch. They stayed there for six weeks, but didn't manage to kill a single creature... Not even a simple zebra.

When they returned home, the had to inform their club of other wealthy sportsman that their trip was fruitless. Overcome with embarassment, one of the men shouted that they killed a giant beast, but were not able to transport it home. A lion? A rhinoceros? An elephant? The men asked, curious.

"No, no, no," the hunter told them, lying through his teeth. "It was much larger! It was... a hulking beast!"

The other unsuccessful hunters joined in with their own descriptions. A neck stretching upwards of twenty feet... horns atop it's long face... gangly legs and hooved feet... The other men were enamored with the insane stories of this incredible creature. They called it the giraffe.

Their lie quickly got out of hand. Their friends demanded that they tell the local newspaper of their discovery. Imagining that the story wouldn't be too impactful, they told a journalist of the legendary giraffe. It spread all around the country in the blink of an eye.

So, in order to further their charade, the men founded the Giraffe Conservation Foundation, an organization dedicated to making the world believe in giraffes. They created state of the art robotics and puppets that were sold to zoos, reservations, and even released into the wild. Some of their designs are still used today.

If you think that you've seen a giraffe, you're wrong. What you believed was a giraffe is nothing but metal alloy and code. Giraffes aren't real, and they never were.