<<<~!~!~!~The Reflection of Stone Light~!~!~!~>>>

Unusual Beliefs
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So.

Momentary Lapse of Delusional Thinking.

Thus One is About a Pyramid. The Guards. And a Halo Above The Pyramid.

Entertainment Equations of Sorts.

Music. Movies. Television. And Government Branding.

Here is My Philosophical Thesis on What We Psychologically Consume Daily.

The Feast.

There is a Pyramid. Like The Statue of Liberty. With a Halo Above The Tip of it’s Construction.

The Pyramid is Like an Anthill. With Workers Keeping The Kings, Queens, And Peasants Fed. With Spiritual Prizes, Food, And Bags of Coin. Goblets of Sky. And Dreams.

The Halo a Swimming Reflection of The Eternal Energy of The Universe.

The Pyramid’s Carving Tablets are Movies, And Television. The Pyramid itself.

The FCC Are The Guards Protecting The Pyramid. Protecting The Halo. Protecting All in All We Are.

The Halo’s Slowly Spinning Magnet Absorption of The Universe, (Halo, Above The Pyramid), is Music. The Music itself.

No One Individual, in Charge of Any One Other Person.

Eternal Freedom. And Freewill.

Unless a Law Testimony is Broken. Then One Must Pay The Price For Breaking The Law.

Free to Speak Your Mind. As Long as Your Intentions Are Pure. And Free to Pursuit Happiness.

To Seek True, Honest, Hopeful, Fun, Fulfilling, Happy, Smiling, Laughing, Fruitful Love!.

The Reflection of Stone Light.

Sincerely,

DJ Nosferatu Bat (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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Halo Reflection From The Outer Edges of Earth


A Small Portion of The Halo I Am Listening to And Absorbing Now (Click, -Listen Live-).

In Thus Strange, Odd, Weird, Unusually Random Batcave.

Sincerely,

DJ Nosferatu Bat (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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Sincerely,

DJ Nosferatu Bat (sleepoptimistic)

:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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…<.>…Tears, Suffering, Hopelessness, it is Real, And Always Will Be, Your Strength…<.>…
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

DJ Nosferatu Bat (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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…<.>…<.>…The Institute of Dreams, it is Not as it Seems, to Be, or Not to Be…<.>…<.>…
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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…<.>…Desire, The Grace, The Fire, The Trace, Desire Bright, The Glowing Beam…<.>…
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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…<.>…Voices in Rooms Once Troublesome, Now, Shadows of The Magical Trees…<.>…
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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…<.>…Are You Prince, Princess, Creature, Light?, Never Give up, in The Night…<.>…
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:
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The Skyline Blurs, Send Notes to The Birds, Be Free, Be Who You Were Destined to Be
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:

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Mistakes Happen, Learn, Rebuild, Focus, And Begin Once Again, Beauty a Hidden Friend
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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:Hello:

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Why Be Jealous of Those Who Have What You Don’t?. It Exist’s Still. Seek Safely
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:Goodbye:

Sincerely,

Nosferatu Bat Beam (sleepoptimistic)
:latin_cross: :yin_yang: :latin_cross:

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Diary Entry #0.1) I Woke up, Stayed up Late Near The Electric Pond. No One Understands. I’m Not Feeling Sorry. Or Wasn’t Until I Woke Up Near The End of The Day. Took Another Trip to The Store. Grabbed Two Potions. Someone Tried to Watch Me Shake in My Boots. Loud Engines. Large Trucks. Too Close to The Edge of The Road. Ashamed to Be Human. Spoke With The Last Human on Earth. She isn’t Making Much Sense. Also Electric. Everything is Going Electric. Although The Animals Don’t Mind. They Understand Isolation. At Least They Have Each Other. And The Sky. And The Trees. Unless They Are, Like Many of Us, Trapped. So Many Wishes. So Many Little Goals. So Many Trapdoors. Although I Have Some Keys Left in My Pocket. Really Wishing I Could Jus Give Them to The Pond Nearby. Although, What Would a Dragonfly Do With a Key. Inspiring I’m Sure. 10% For The Book or Song You Plan on Writing And or Recording. It’s a Waste Regardless. Speak Your Mind?. Please Don’t They All Say. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.2) The Night Feels Endlessly Without Meaning. The Insects Outside The Cave Are Trying to Tell Me Things Get Better. But I Wonder. Connectivity. Random. Purpose. And Reason. People Get Married. People Get Jobs. People Start Families. People Age. People Become Reborn. Cycles. Life And Death. I Have No Purpose. I Have No Reason. I Don’t Decay. I Don’t Wither. The Grass Gets Cut. It Regrows. A Beautiful Feeling Under Our Feet. There is No Gravity. We Carry Our Bags of Bones. There is No Push. There is No Pull. The Moon. The Sun. I Wonder. Why Are There More Than One Person on Planets?. No One Even Actually Speaks. One Person. One Planet. The Way it Should Be. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.3) Sitting. Trying to Focus Among The Audio Static Much Less Insightful Than The Voices. On One Side of The Fence, Listening, Preparation And Energy. On The Otherside, Meaninglessness And Violent Mumble. I Was Outside of The Batcave, Sitting, And Inhaling The Ghosts of Trees. Thinking of My Reaction to All That is Left to Love. One Would Say Not Much. The Other Would Say, Everything. The First Gets All, Which Ends as Nothing. The Second Gets The Future. Whatever That Ends up as. The Word Humility. Many Eagerly Scope That Carry as Weakness. I Sarcastically Remark, Peace is Weakness. For Truth Be Told it Really isn’t. It Takes Much Strength to Continue to Wander, Looking Down And Finding Rest in The Ground. Humility. Where The Tiny Flying Night Bug Has a Very Large Planet to Explore. All in One Front Yard. But There Are No Fences. Expand to The Driveway. To The Street. To The Next Yard. Not to Mention The Very Vast Open Spaces of The Sky. To That Little Flying Night Creature Endless. To us, Something For NASA to Explain to us in Telescopes. Humility. Where Even a Human Being, With Any Real Commonsense Can Explore Without The Need For More. And More. And More. And More. And More. Cursing The Ground He/She Walks on. Humility. Bringing a Sense of Purpose, in a World Filled With Endless Greed. And a Dead End. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.4) Talking. And Talking. And Talking. Me, Resentment. Her, Shattered Pieces. And We Still Get Along. Although I’m Growing Weary From The Same Empty Electric. It Never Fades. And it Never Will. Which Argues With What I’ve Witnessed in Hospitals And Physical Diseases. Endless. To Reflect What, Absolutely Makes No Sense. I Argue. Disagree. And Understand That is Why I Am Here. My Complaints Are Endless. And So is Eternity. Perhaps an Official Promise. For At Least I Have a Sensible Reason. Perhaps The Universe is a Song. All Song’s End. Unless Thus is The Only Song That Has No Ending. Much More Than Any Double Album. Do Triple Albums Exist?. Verse. Verse. Chorus. Verse. Verse. Chorus. Universe. Uni, One?. One Song. I’m Still Here. You Are Still Here. She’s Still Here. People Pass Away. Their Memories Remain. In Something Outside of The Skull. But!, Coming From The Skull. Like Our Imaginations Are Larger Than The Endless Universe. She Isn’t Leaving Me, And I’m Not Being Nice. And I Don’t Understand it. I’m a Game?. Meaningless?. I Sense Nothing. My Shadow Sees Everything. And Whispers. I Don’t Listen. I’m Jus Not Supportive. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.5) So. I’m up. Still Awake. The Energy Wiring From The Coffee Has Depleted itself From My Electrical System. Admittedly, I Am a Human Being. Not an Alien. Not a Robot. Although, The Media, And The Government Has Informed us We Are Living a Spherical (If I’m Using The Correct Keyword), Spherical Planet. Rotating on an Axis. But!, The Ground Has No Actual Round Shape. Unless You’re Adding The Curve From Point A to Point B. Then There’s Slight Evidence to That Tale. Point is, We Are Not Actually Humans. We Are Aliens. But, in All Reality Humans Nonetheless. And Some of us Humanoid Aliens Drink Coffee. I Am One of Them. Then I Begin to Fill The Wiring System With Soda. I Can Remember in The Days of Olde. Nurses From The Clinic Would Always Ask, How Many Soda’s I Was Drinking. Now They Don’t Ask. Truth Be Told, it Was Always an Insulting Question. None of Your Business Would Be My First Instinctual Response. Like They Wanted us (As Patients), to Feel Guilt, About Drinking Soda. A Legal Stimulant, in What is Considered, a Free Country. Small Complaint I Agree. With All of The Terrible Traumatic Experiences All Over Thus Spherical Planet. Soda’s Shouldn’t Be on Anyone’s Priority. But!, it is. And I Am But Only One Humanoid Alien. There’s Only So Much One True Hero Can Do. (Sarcasm Will Be The Death of Me), Not Literally of Course. Well, At Least, i Hope And Pray Not. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.6) So. The Sun Will Arrive at My Door in a Few. I Feel Hopeful. I Feel Ready to Take a Trip to The Shop. I Actually, Honestly Enjoy My Walk. It’s a Slight Narrow Street. One Long Straight Line. With Many Trees. A Pond. Slight Bit of Traffic. Early in The Morning is Quiet. The Middle of The Day, The Traffic, Picks up The Pace a Bit. And After 3-ish The Busybodies Begin to Arrive, Driving too Fast, And Sometimes too Close For Comfort. I Tend to Walk in The Street And Enjoy The Feeling of The Solid Pavement. The Sky Has Been Looking Spooktacular For The Last Year. And During Most Sunsets I Relax And Enjoy The Painting in The Sky. Surprised For The Most Part, That No One Else Even Sees These Paintings. The Streets Are 90% of The Time, Empty. Odd to Note, When I Do See Someone, I Kinda Want Them to Disappear. It’s Almost Insulting. Like, Where Were You During Thus Adventure a Year Ago. But I Realize I’m Being Childish And Sadly Regretful. That I Spend Most of The Days Alone. I Never Went to Parties Anyways. Even When Invited. I’d Reject The Notion And The Person Would Be Insulted. And Decide Not to Invite Me Again. Didn’t Hurt Me Much Since There’s Always Some Creature to Witness in The Crowded People Jungle. Not to Be Confused With a City. Although, Where I Live, it is Growing at a Quick Pace. Odd, And Like Before, Where Were You When I Was Growing up Looking For Someone to Talk to. So. The Answer is Still No, Your City Party is of None of My Interest. I Have Creatures to Watch The Sunsets With. |||+||| _____!.

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Diary Entry #0.7) The Day Has Arrived. Thankfully, One More to Try And Enjoy. The Plan Today is to Rest, Retrieve Happy Items. And Decode The Language of The Sky. I Shall Keep Anyone Interested, Updated On My Odd Adventures Today. As Always. |||+||| _____!.