I don’t do filters… ever.
I like to capture my stills, in their raw natural state…
…or death and decay. 
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My first thought was ‘wilting’…
I meant nature’s filters.
…always. 🫶🏼
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Ahhh… I thought you might have meant it in that way, but weren’t 100% certain —>uncertainty. lel
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…in love with love.
But how can One be in love, with love itself?
…the Universe knows. 
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Call me… when I feel so alone like nobody else exists
Call me… when the only sound I’ve heard in days is the beating of my own heart
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…or… just call me […though reading my text messages, will also suffice 
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What some texters don’t know is, when someone blocks you, you weren’t notified. You may think that they were able to read your texts — but they never got them.
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Oops sorry, I meant WhatsApps 
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An unintentional-error, but not of the comedic kind… well, not for me at least…
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…his replies… adorable 
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A few days ago this nearby church was playing the ‘bells’ for around half-an-hour… a sublime sound.
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…the sound. 
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…vibe. 
…and on that note, bored, so time for weights… coz it’s been about a month, since…
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This month’s vibe…
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Listening to this: 
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…whilst doing this
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…gotta keep reaffirming my mind<->body connection/s and keep them both strengthened… with [at least] 1 full-body weekly weights-workout x 4 sets, so an all-in-one strength/endurance energetic experience. 
MagsJ and the missing piece, the ‘Third Thing’?
All is one… I forgot nothing!
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…speculating, to accumulate.
Changing up my script a bit… so making the souped-up me, work for me. #igotplans
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…wearing [a few] all-black outfits, these last few months… and society be like:
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Gearing up, for my weekly weights sesh… after having gone for a walk.
…but first, my adaptogenic pre-workout drink. 
Hello MagsJ
… just up and around, at 3 am here having been fortunate to have found You , still in a half dream, to commend You with routines , which have been a plan to follow here, but confessionals are beyond the scope by which such routines are possible for me at this stage.
There certainly is a method, whom ever one is as a person is always a person , generally speaking. The logic of indiscrimination requires the most general recognition to separate a man or a woman from other earthly species, or even a conceivable alien, supposedly including such futuristic cyborgs, that may have, or do visit from some beyond we can’t see.
The thing is, MagsJ, I kind of live in a cloud, a non accessible cloud of reality , to which even emails can not reach me: suggesting , having been operating by a fateful meno stereotypical alter ego, I am condemned to rely on the kindness that you have always demonstrated toward me, as one toward a man living as a last man gasping for his last breath.
A very apropo figure for a man who always asked others about things he always kind of felt he knew by virtue of a kind of hidden knowledge, through a feeling, I don’t know, but drawn in a direction, and as someone used to say somewhere “and here we are’
It’s close to four am here, and am determined not to live both in and out of situations, but then it is not my choice in the matter to choose , wether to stay out or in, but again it is the course, the way, which obliges me to try to be in both worlds, the ‘real’ and the ‘unreal’ without becoming apparently ‘dead’ti the world.
I want so much to get it on , on the inside, by other than bouncing in from the outside, the same as with, before Scotty could beam up people ,
It’s getting late/early, needed to write this, like a mini Augustine writing a confessional , but can admit one thing no one believes after years of convincing that yes there is something like a key 
in me that opens floodgates of so near the impossibility, that makes me, has always made me wonder, as to why the channels, could not convincingly open any other door, except ones with ‘no exit’ signs looming over them.
Beginning not to start to disbelieve in it, and it’s not merely rhetoric, in fact that doesn’t make sense, only the magic of believing does, through this itch of compelling
Possessing sentiment .
Why me? Hell, people ask me who do I think I am, or even who am I to spend listless nights writing uninvited letters , then for admittedly selfish reasons, appear ghost-like, knocking at the door, …
No allusions whatsoever, except admittedly the horror of being left out in the cold, a kind of spy, a graham greene like character, frozen from the effects of rejection, living on the border, with a very bold line separating that within from that without …
Gotta get into the program, even if ,
It’s almost 5 am and will try to get some sleep.
Was I lost? …if so, I’m glad you found me otherwise I’d be lost forever…
I keep my routines few, so that they remain doable and pleasurable, otherwise they would not be doable at all.
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There certainly is a method, whom ever one is as a person is always a person , generally speaking. The logic of indiscrimination requires the most general recognition to separate a man or a woman from other earthly species, or even a conceivable alien, supposedly including such futuristic cyborgs, that may have, or do visit from some beyond we can’t see.
Reality is such a multi-layered dimension, of all things and facts being relative to each other… and we find others/another within that melange, somewhere / somehow… even our own selves.
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The thing is, MagsJ, I kind of live in a cloud, a non accessible cloud of reality , to which even emails can not reach me: suggesting , having been operating by a fateful meno stereotypical alter ego, I am condemned to rely on the kindness that you have always demonstrated toward me, as one toward a man living as a last man gasping for his last breath.
I don’t want to sound like an idealised brat, but isn’t life meant to be enjoyable?
Perhaps that’s a direction you should head in… perhaps things can only get better, at this stage? …they did for me, when I felt like you do now.
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A very apropo figure for a man who always asked others about things he always kind of felt he knew by virtue of a kind of hidden knowledge, through a feeling, I don’t know, but drawn in a direction, and as someone used to say somewhere “and here we are’
…here we are.
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It’s close to four am here, and am determined not to live both in and out of situations, but then it is not my choice in the matter to choose , wether to stay out or in, but again it is the course, the way, which obliges me to try to be in both worlds, the ‘real’ and the ‘unreal’ without becoming apparently ‘dead’ti the world.
I found it a fun / enjoyable state to be in… for I was in a much worse state, prior to that one that you have just described.
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I want so much to get it on , on the inside, by other than bouncing in from the outside, the same as with, before Scotty could beam up people ,
We all have an inside, we just need to harness it… thoughts can be elusive, when up in a cloud… but they are needed down here, instead of being up there.
What are you waiting for… 
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It’s getting late/early, needed to write this, like a mini Augustine writing a confessional , but can admit one thing no one believes after years of convincing that yes there is something like a key
I don’t know what you allude to, with your analogy… is it that you don’t make things easy for yourself? 
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Beginning not to start to disbelieve in it, and it’s not merely rhetoric, in fact that doesn’t make sense, only the magic of believing does, through this itch of compelling
Possessing sentiment .
…a compelling belief? …sounds… magical / spiritual / ethereal…
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Why me? Hell, people ask me who do I think I am, or even who am I to spend listless nights writing uninvited letters , then for admittedly selfish reasons, appear ghost-like, knocking at the door, …
…an apparition? Oh my! lel
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No allusions whatsoever, except admittedly the horror of being left out in the cold, a kind of spy, a graham greene like character, frozen from the effects of rejection, living on the border, with a very bold line separating that within from that without …
Gotta get into the program, even if ,
It’s almost 5 am and will try to get some sleep.
…it will soon be nighttime here, and I… need to get water / go for an energising walk.
…will DM you, on what you can take to get better quicker, upon my return,
…if my ‘mutual’ crush appeared at my door, I’d be very happy about it… it’s not like we don’t know each other.