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Instructions before reading: * RELOAD & EXPAND * - Presently nursing a state of mind termed by others as : ‘FARIS’. This requires an uninterrupted effort (no obstacles accepted) on my part to surround myself with PEOPLE who can act according to the rules of: RELAX. Cultural infusion has caused this state of mind to grow into a SPONGY, CLAY-LIKE, constantly evolving object that makes strange sounds when squeezed--- Human-Putty [Silly if squeezed the wrong way]. [Read no further if confused]...* RELOAD *… One must initially understand, without a female counterpart, this state of MIND, or any other man's consciousness seriously deteriorates… I'm losing trust in BEAUTIFUL WOMEN. LOS ANGELES is the only one I trust now. She is my muse...I was in her traffic one day and a friend said: "CHIVALRY is dead"...soon after that...I let a lady merge into my lane...My brain is open when I DABBLE with her eccentricities : I have become an ANTIFABULOUS OUTSIDER. My present and FUTURE are a consequence of SELF- RENEWAL while traversing the anti-delusional boundries of my Los Angeles circuit. Eventually, this will be the catalyst to a revolutionary LA-Q80 BEHAVIORal pattern... Kuwaiti Ranchero is what I strive for. [hand movements: whoosh whish whash whish whoosh] * RELOAD * … - CLEAN LINES on anything are sexy. Architectural Analogy-> Form : Function :: blob : poop ... Combining beauty and deception can / will eventually lead to disaster = PoP KiLLer --PLUS-- Addiction to beauty will become one’s tragedy if dirt and ugliness are not appreciated---> [Background: “One... is the loneliest number that you’ll ever know… Wunnn.,,, Wunnnn,,, Wuuunnnnnn..." [Profound emotions stream out of the PORTUGESE FEMALE vocalist's mouth like HOT PANTING on a cold night + violins, congas, tapping, Guitar, and more tapping] "Twooo0… could be just as baaad as wunnnn"---> [Reader: listening...nodding… thinking…nodding –--> (smoothly soaring violins reach plateau-—->followed by abrupt Silence--->A 'Spooner-like', mind invigorating beat Emerges)]---> * RELOAD * … ‘Hippies’ no longer matter. I live to eat, not eat to live. Harmony with nature is not perfection … Know thyself ? Pragmatic lifestyles… can’t handle ‘em ... The concept of ‘MAFIA’ can be distilled and used for a good cause...Some people say WAR is never a good SOLUTION. Some People don't have their FREEDOM [.................] LACMA let me down... wack--- ma . So has Kofi Anan. My mother studied with Zaha Hadid [...................................................] - awkward moments are occasional torture...I am an AVID fan of SLEEP. This is when solutions to PROBLEMs occasionally arise. LUCID DREAMS never seem to go as planned... AGGRESSIVELY OBSESSIVE TENDENCIES push me forward…I am productively sarcastic... heart THUMPs during WORK and POUNDs during PLAY [>work and play slowly merge over five years<----> on the fifth, congas ERUPTed<]… * RELOAD * … <> heart beats FASTER when : I marvel at the WHISKEY- indulgent, well-versed, drum beating woman who’s INDULGENCE mirrors MINE… We haven't met yet.... came close once...one hour into the encounter, TOO-GOOD-TO-BE-TRUE-FLU struck. An unassumingly baffling act of malice ShEARed through my brain -CRAsh- . ... Belief: The layering of past, present, and future makes a tasty cake for life to eat. Adult-hood rests on a comfortable cushion of Child-hood... - Doctrine: LAUGHIING = LIVING... Afro-blue sounds good… Personal Instinct: ‘Who’, ‘What’, and ‘When’ may change… ‘Where’ is a CONSTANT-FUNCTION independent of PHYSICAL surroundings i.e. Kick-It Material Environments. I have an AFFINITY for : POSITIVELY OBSESSIVE PERSONALITIES.... Solely, "nice" or "cute" are not personality descriptors. There has to be MORE ..... - GRUNT-