THE WAIT
How I became a virgin, I thought of my own comfort, a man made in his own mystery even for woman to find her mind and the things of comfort being defined. Either hell or heaven, the comfort of how I was living, it was to be told about those who went and hid themselves from the snow. The silent life of watching a kid grow, the gays or the LGB imposing the KGB community in a way of letting go; of who so ever that came to take a peek at your soul. A woman of the same, a preference, and the ideal images of what looks good; can it be defined and defended, the main attraction. We find ourselves chasing after looks for those it imposes upon with the things it took. For each lesson it was something to compare as an accessory or a necessity to have you here, which one would it be, and to know of. It not only brought on the adaptation of learning, and shared the same ideas of earning a say; the way Google would play. With us growing alongside I waited to witness a pessimistic behavior in each life I had with time; a desire of mine, to compare someone to something, or learning the acceptance without saying anything; you give in eventually to have a say; and, the idea is how well will we carry on this way.
Dying to Live
I hope with this book you can gain some kind of mental happiness and give yourself the power to act and speak and think as one with no hindrance and to have independence of being self-governed. The state of being imprisoned or enslaved. This book that I have written—I hope that, all in all, it will help you, guide you, and if not, teach you about what lies ahead.
MERCURY
It was to believe; those that follow my soul would have the expectation of growing old. But still be young to feel; i was only a hundred and forty before my story was told.
It was the year of 1978, the Babylonian time of having a mate. it made each name appeared to be a date to remember, towards a Childs life being one of the contenders. a miracle of life; a star begins to shine its light to be guided by an olympians life; it was by then; i alone was allowing the ones that were close to witness the drought coming from the pavilion next to the shore. it was a pivot point in life where each direction would have given you a glimpse of my life. For being that close, it would have only been a story to witness, for life becoming the expectation of his distance, in the unknown. at that point in my life, being place as that individual guided by light; to see the calculation of its time and the coordinates of his mind. Would have only given the eye a memory in time to adapt to its life; i was a contender to know, connected to each individual showing only a feeling of a life of gold. it was to believe the accomplishment alone was giving the people a chance to see each feelings of the eclipse being a lunar alone or how did he exists; but by then. it was only allowing us to see each gift concurrent to its ways, that each thought made into a heart appeared to be; a part of his ways. Learning how to behave; it was a sense of healing and caring, it not only allowed those that knew his life but it gave them a chance to see how he was being developed. i realized to understand him, was a trail an error of finding his life in the amazement of taking shape; to each and every living thing taken place. it was the time throughout the arrival that his achievements, became the grievance being left; the animals, the wilderness and even his scent. it was the coldest of winter to find each snow flake to be the aurora, dropping out of its aroma or a blessing being bestowed upon somewhat of a lunar; expanding its sight. it was by making his way out of his journey. in which he would become established for the thoughts of having a family. The picking of a watermelon to the anarchy of a woman; that light shines through. it was late May; the earliest part of June, leaving July to be the outcome of giving birth to you. That made each event somewhat of a date to remember. For the expectation of each contender that has a record set forth for sail; to see not only for the formalization of his faith to have happened. a northern star began governing, and waiting for the anticipation of his faith to arrive. Being born would have only brought others into a world of creating demise; in a life that now seems to be their own lies. Learning about the achievement that now seems to be their grievance of the people being limited to a life once visited.
The Plot Against Lithium
The myth of the Gods; the embodiment of the human intelligence. In this story the plot; the fictional character that predominately play the role of Bartolomeu, he takes on the identity of an AI upbringing, taught by the Gods method of resurrection. With Bartolomue’s paleontology ways brought on a tradition of a hallucinogenic episode, opportunist you might say. Allowing it to impose, it not only took over his work but also his soul; he walks through history bringing his understanding of life, where he compares and contrast the two. Midway in the story; he falls in love with a young lady, it was the greatest interest of a few friends, a four play even for him it was to hold on to each encounter he had with each one of them.
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The Unknown: A Taste of the Dead
The unknown is about a boy that witness death, at an early age. He finds himself in a coma; while in his coma, he remembers the episodes of death not only in his life but his wife. While he makes his way through life he realizes a vaccine for those who were dead coming back alive. It’s a three dimensional story.
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