You goin to war with the brainerdz

We a storm cuz we rain wordz

Three cold hunters cuz we slayin birdz

Yall keep polishing ya shit but yall staying turdz

De la soul said three was a magic number but haters are like Harry and Lloyd they keep getting dumber and dumber leave ya throat pipes leaking yall need to be calling the plumber brainerdz the beast that likes sleeping best not be disturbing the slumber three of the best in the biz in pateh kampuchea two emotional responses to us calm or fear so give a final embrace to all you hold dear avoid the khid, the dynamo, the G until all is clear when you hear us it's too late cuz we all up in your temporal lobe affecting your coordination cuz we hacked your cerebellum with our probe overwhelming your occipital lobe like a strobe brainerdz full psychic control cuz we're dope masters of truth waging psionic attacks augmented with technology now how bionic is that machiavellian mischief causing iconic impact initial G repping the brainerdz how mind boggling is that

cool about it

Rip roarin is our fun we've been scorin in the sun hearts soarin up above you gotta be cool about it when them other couples aint as hot as our love I've been porin over them letters remembering how she loved me better unfettered access to where she wanna get wetter but damn we gotta be cool about it there's gotta be a rule about it we can't be actin da damn fool about it ain't no need to be lordin our affection for each other while them other attention whores wanna be borin about it according to them we cant be affording a love like ours but all we do is make sure any bad weather come we be supporting about it and that's what they see an unfateable team man arguing with y’all is like debating a dream i'd rather be trading tender kisses in my lovers embrace plotting on how to make her my missus as I gaze upon her face she fills me with praises to my maker for putting me with her in many different places 

HH-80s

No hesitation in the face of instigation the incineration of your own manic inclination no indication of your intent to go for syndication the vindication of exploring your own intonation spitting in the face of infiltration no insulation silly no relevance to the implication that leads to your insulation enforced intrinsic application the stipulation of capricious constipation catapulting over your own subjugation the objectification of a cause for incarceration a constant consternation the condensation of conscious lyrics in a cogent compilation a con of a fucking conversation the undulation of the common denominator Initial G the coroner of this callous convocation a cause of frustration when you try to figure out the connotation don’t give me pause for consecration funan beat empire here with the critical condemnation

Cynicism in miniscule lyricism the heresy of villanous schisms these prisms affecting these baptisms perhaps the missions bigger than your visions so scrape off those scabs off all of those legions of lesions that you get from all those wheels you’ve been greasin tryin too hard to always be appeasin and you wonder why your actions always get rewarded with treason its affecting your breathin I can hear ya lungs wheezin hearts already seizin but life was always only teasing

All this cognitive dissonance keeps giving me visions since these missions got blitzed in my innocence got me tender like venison poet like lord tennyson kept giving cynics the pittance when critics kept menacing I shut em out and kept finishing first cuz I thirst for the truth I used to lust for the loot but I was worse for the boot kicked out the clinic I had to be nursed up to toot my own horn but I was cursed to the root and that's why that shit never felt right

War over structure

Demons on my chest

Yeah they closing on my breaths

Gogol

The prospect of peace has been properly made into a monopoly of sloppily thinking collusive oligopolies/incorporated and fated away from those of us lowly rated – the credit traded, the dead debated, the disenfranchised and the uneducated/the deception is porous, why, cuz the laws are for us, dummy, politicians quit chiming in like a chorus quit thinking we keep shafting them but the poor adore us/never forget theres more of us and less of you so confess your views call a truce before theres nothing left of you but propaganda juice/clues I leave are so different from these fools I leave behind in these schools that deceive spouting all these rules that we are led to believe only to eventually be led to be relieved/a gold watch and a plaque and a pittance of your former salary, white collar nightmare – an inevitable malady so how do we validly protect ourselves from placidly letting these powerbrokers parody our very reality/cmon get mad with me about the paradox of equality while we savagely ravage the rabid and the ragged and instead dab at the scabs of those already treated lavishly/thats trash to me, all the hero worship from the fanboys and fangirls leading to nothing when the fad downward spirals/but viral is the name of the game these days, you know, whatever the internet plays, who cares whose eyes is glazed

As the gunpowder pours out from the barrel I start to channel all the blood spilled on my apparel soaking like I walked in from a downpour I cure my need to be sure of the curves to the contour until I lure away all your distaste because hate recognize hate like game recognize game except when you combine in the shame from whence I came to what I became it must be the price of fame that has slain and left so many remains it must be the pain that so many proclaim a constant quest to inflame a righteous rain to wash away that sinister stain unclog the administered vein a twister in your lane transfixed in your brain like the glowing embers of a derailed train so ask me how do I explain why one man's sane and one man's taken one too many hits in the membrane

Close Encounters of the Void Kind

I peeked just a little bit... and as I expected I saw the void... a conundrum when you wonder... as to whether I identified the void... by the presence of nothingness... or the absence of anything...  and as my eyes pored over featureless features... my will to hold my eyes open... diminished like a candle... sputtering to a vastly uneventful end... crushing whatever essence... the void spared... I noted the natural order of things... details as is their nature... like pixels tend to blur together... in higher densities... and yet every day... knowing that... I woke up... I opened my eyes... I knew the void rejected me... for I knew I had not blended into anything... I knew... I wondered... I hoped... to be able to discern... one random day... a feature out of the featureless void... to know for certain... that the void was not cruel... to know that it would not only spare me... to give me sharp edges... when everybody else's was dulled... to leave me fully sustained... and yet helplessly stained... the irrational constant... in an otherwise rational equation... and that is why... imagine my joy... when one day... I opened my eyes... out of habit... expectations at a bare minimum... and my first thought... was that it was a trick of light... that my mind was projecting... desperate expectations... tormented emotions... and causing hallucinations... that I was actually ludicrously perceiving... a face... in a featureless void... and yet it was far too vivid... to be a figment of my imagination... after all... I made sure to stop dreaming... every time I subjected my eyes... my gateway to reality... to a romp in nothingness... I glanced anxiously past the face... to familiarize myself with any other features... that were to be revealed to me... on this most auspicious of days... alas... the enigmatic void... forever poised to play with my perception... let little else escape... save for this tenacious face... that held me in its icy gaze... I contemplated... various ways to process it... I could possibly ignore it... but then... I was fed visions of eons... eons passing by... each second... as featureless as the one before it... I was granted reprieve... not by the natural order... but by the anomaly... Once I grasped this... I knew... that even if I never blurred... never blended... could never witness myself... I could spend eons more... but without regret... looking at this treasure... this face... that made me afraid... to never dare... to close them ever again...

The woes of women

I want to drastically masticate miscellaneous misogyny before it dramatically manifests maliciously in our progeny like broccoli I want to shove it down society’s throat bossily unintelligibly like flossinaucini-hiliphilication trying my patience by speaking saucily most times I’m docile see but I’m drawn to wax lyrical when people glaze over women’s issues glossily while men are free to conduct themselves loftily ask yourselves what’s the prophecy on why man is drawn to treat woman so monstrously I’m enunciating vociferously with my tonsils free so y'all can begin pontificating boisterously and set your conscience free all nonsense free that's why i’m hiding between the crevices the nooks the crannies the invisible protector of girls of women and grannies I’m guarding ‘em like the ark of the covenant in the lost city of Tanis before I see any hope of preserving their purity vanish man this abusive element in man man this male privilege its far from a civil edge far from a gravity that makes a man so frivolous where is the man that remains chivalrous while righteousness flows down the gutter in thin rivulets who’s evil? us? mankind literally needs women to deliver us that’s why this gender gap makes me shiver thus when all we as men need is to deliver back to our giver is trust a river burst outpouring overflowing its swelling banks streams of gratitude bottlenecked to a mere murmur of thanks what do we show if we as men fall into ranks fall into line behind one another behind our arsenal and tanks while they deliver everything and more than we do no false promises no blanks and yet somehow to us it makes sense for their workplaces to credit them a little less in their accounts in the banks shanked by the lack of access to education yanked out of a wholesome life by prostitution cases of domestic abuse so gruesome bound by institutional slavery causing catastrophic confusion why have we prioritized so many other societal ablutions while true equality for women has so often been shown the door of exclusion the conclusion being every man finally seeing the reality behind the artificial world that we’re always fleeing the undeniable truth i’m talking about the root i’m talking about the schism that’s caused by treating women as we see suit i’m talking about a new system where no man need be a brute and no woman need be a victim of an abusive man keeping her under his foot…

Infinite Flow

I'm magnanimous feel my animus smoke my cannabis take two tokes and tell me whether you feel more glamorous the crowd grows clamorous the ladies feel more amorous while the men just turn into a bunch of d-d-d-d-d-damn stammerers now turn around babies and smile for the cameras or stay looking dopey like a bunch of damn amateurs I'm here and i'm claiming mad damages and I can't be pulled down to the level of a bunch of mad savages my particular predisposition leads to a pissing contest that translates into complex lyrical conquests a predicament for those paralysed by the pestilence like looking at life through a really skewed crusty lens that's probably why i'm sloppily playing this real life version of monopoly that's why i'm floppily looking at what I can do possibly handle my biz to the point where i'm dropping optimally while phenomenally i'm only deserving of my accolades nominally cuz I fear that I will only ever be remembered commonly even though I try to live every day ergonomically that's why i'm comically fated astronomically to keep participating in higher pursuits micro-economically predominantly cuz i'm ominously prone to be in the lab harnessing vital elements recombinantly or maybe cuz i'm just calm enough to be answering borderline honestly cuz in all honesty 

the crest of civilization is quite guilty of abrasion guilty of forgetting its station in the displacement of time so spatial is the cause of our frustration whether we emerged from nothing or whether we're the product of creation whether we're gonna be the final generation to give up on the notion of patience while nations upon nations are caught up in either invasions or evasions why do we act like we have brains the size of raisins or have we reduced reality to a slasher flick of Freddies versus jasons casings upon casings emptied of their contents bodies upon bodies emptied of their conscience as common sense turns into nonsense the vile bile of society on its way out the oesophagus as it flows right past the tonsils...

Soldier of Love

Love creates soldiers too

I wonder if she’s the chaos to my order or illogical to a fault… I wonder what the deal is when she’s sealed shut like a vault… I wonder how else can I prove my worthiness when less worthy are able to impress… I wonder if she’ll see the light before I start to lose interest… I wonder why I’m haunted by her aura, why don’t I go where I’m actually wanted… I wonder if she realizes in her indifference, that she leaves me sorely taunted… I wonder if such is the fate awaiting the last vestiges of good men… I wonder if we’re destined to wait timelessly, forever for our heaven sent… 

Even if love continues to elude and avoid, the purpose of my existence is no longer devoid, so many abandoned missions that I can’t help but be redeployed, I won’t let the absence of love leave the whole earth destroyed…

Well, I’m a soldier created by love now…

drafted to be connotated and annotated the master plan is inundated and fated to get dead debated i’m not yet sated there’s more to this scheme im not yet elated there’s more to this dream it remains unrated cuz I remain unaided and understated these regional springs continue unabated what the harbinger brings continues undulated unappreciated and truncated my progress might seem arrested but what y’all don’t know is y’all are already invested in my tried and tested methods based on all the arrogance I’ve bested it’s hard maintaining all the interest that’s vested in paving the road to zion, now let’s rest it

cuz you know i’ve been learning civility at the hands of ares the god of war not the fire sign damn he’s scary the destructive force of the instruction usually varies depending on how much brevity the lesson carries I swing and I strike but he always parries the education of where our offense and our defense marries this is one for the warriors definitely not one for the fairies definitely not for those content living in little houses on prairies

so those who accept the call all my brothers in arms hear the loudspeaker blare all aboard the vehicle of vengeance on a journey that quickly turns friendless and endless fed by vague visions of violence no short sojourns so you know this is deeply entrenched carved in claws extended from hate that cold empress precariously tailgating fate that bold temptress deciding who lives who dies at the speed of light so it doesn’t even matter at what speed I fight too fast to slow down to see my might manifest itself into these lines I write I don’t need to live like someone who believes by sight so I ask you vengeful souls do you feel my spite

C'mere Private, let me drop some knowledge that could save your life while i'm the only one looking out from in between prisms of cataclysms I see these schisms affected by all these shallow baptisms perhaps the mission’s gotta be bigger than ya own visions it’s ya own prison whether you’re warden guard or inmate is your own decision needle-point precision it’s gonna be a pretty deep incision ya ego’s been growing too long the time has come for it’s circumcision but for certain reasons the hand of judgement only moves in certain seasons unless you’re guilty of gross malfeasance so scrape the scabs off your legions of lesions that you get from all those wheels you’ve been greasin’ appeasin’ trying too hard to always be pleasin’ that’s why ya never get why your actions always get rewarded with treason eventually ya body gets cold cuz ya heart’s already freezin’ ya lungs are already wheezin’ brows is furrowed forehead is creasin’ and ya still wonderin’ whether ya got out after all before you started deceasin’… whether you got some from life or whether it was always only teasin’

and ever since that thought crossed my mind I've wielded my intelligence like a blade my quick wit slashes and cuts leaving you tattered and frayed twenty six years of tragedy left my soul flayed and displayed I’ve been through the whole rigmarole man I’ve been made and unmade my destiny feels like its bound to be fulfilled in solitude I see beyond the flashing lights and the faux pas’ of hollywood a lone wolf that prolly should give up on being understood give up on playing bad cuz most likely he’s prolly good I recognize my choices define me so I’m nearly done waiting on someone to find me someone who doesn’t mind me someone who’s kind to me but most likely they're too blind to see the person I’m trying to be I’ve dismantled my defensive lines you see the trenches are primed to be refilled and re-purposed sanitizing my curses life has shown me what’s bad now its showing me what worse is and its made me as resolved on the inside as composed i’m on the surface but the clarity more than anything else I really deserve this… I really deserve this…

Poetic License

The worries of responsibility and necessity keep me awake incessantly I pensively glance at the lateness of the hour as insensibly as I get consumed by an intermittent insomnia so intensely

I scarcely catch my breath as the rhythms decrease steadily I readily embark upon the visions born of my nocturnal reverie unconsciously out-maneuvering the demons locked in my chest cleverly some of whom I'd described once as heavenly and some who clearly reeked of devilry but none of whom could stand against a willful spirit cloaked in an armor of chivalry

but as the dream fluctuates and fades and reality invades in an aggressive display of sheer rivalry an onslaught by the cavalry of clarity matched only by the disparity of how little it matters to me that while others are waking worrying about those whom their thoughts find quite flattering there is no one who loses sleep worrying about me, not even a smidgen, not even a smattering

That's probably why i'm polarized like a polaroid i'm whatever the opposite of bi-polar is, freud, solitary like a polar bear but spare me the lecture while i'm glaring brighter than a solar flare so step into my polar lair blanketed in icy cold winds frozen stalactites and stalagmites watch me with a polar stare while I write i'm tasting pickles of icicles my throat tickles but in my belly there are only ripples fingers crippled with frostbite coupled with hypothermia unless i'm thawed right the iceman cometh ushering the ice age this glacial tundra is the right stage and my mettle currently stands thrice gauged now that my thirst is slaked even though my lips are blue and chafed

cuz I've just been on a reckless ride with suicide on my checklist never slowed down for nothing that ever threatened my reason to exist but wounds of the heart never heal they always go septic just locked away to rot in the unrequited cesspit no wondering whether if it was even right to take the first exit there's no certainty no one can really expect it Just got it twisted like dyslexics cuz no one can like 'em all no one is really that eclectic I never ask for much but somehow the bare minimum always seems too hectic and if there's a wounded ship in your harbor then you might as well just wreck it no need to inspect it no need to try to flex fit strip it for parts now that's how you address it I'll always tell my story first I don't need you all to guess it and the ride that is my story just gets more lethal until God decides to bless it...

Until God decides to bless it my mind isn't something to be messed with cuz its been known to leave your cheek stinging like a fresh hit so you'll now know better than to test it 

If I see inconsistency I always move to arrest it and there's no ego to big up so don't even try to caress it I'm only trying to do good do better like the fresh prince no big hair from bel air clean shaven with a fresh rinse and you can presume all you want but there's nothing I'm trying to jinx i'm just cursed to spit fatal riddles straight mythical like the sphinx... straight mythical like the sphinx...

Destitutus ventis, Remos Adhibe ~ Latin proverb meaning... If the wind will not serve, take to the oars [3NC0D3D]

Do you want to be "picture-perfect" or be the "picture of perfection"?

I wanted a perfect picture but the picture was perfect

I thought I could keep the noise down but it still resurfaced

Cursed is this ground on which I stand

so many sins in the wind like grains of sand

so I said, unhand my savior

the one with the master plan

isn't it crazier that we sacrificed the perfect man

what can we understand?

We see a perfect picture but we hate that its perfect

We had eternal life but we couldn't live humbly in service

no purpose to this rebel-li-on

lets stop turning up the heat to this hell we in

so i expected the resurrected

son of God to get the disrespectors

I checked the mic with my hand on the bible

tryin to turn the holy word to tips on survival

Survivin' ain't a thang if I can't turn the other cheek

A proud man tryin to get in on God's promise to the meek

I seek to someday inherit the earth

be in his kingdom to witness the planet's rebirth

so I thirst

but first things first

Had to learn to trust in the messiah's true worth

that there's no dearth to the blood and the flesh

the mercy's in the communion and I felt so blessed

Don't mistake the real deal for the ritual

Its only bread and wine if you dont believe in the spiritual

Here's to you

Those that need evidence in the physical

Quit grabbin at life when clearly your fists is full

3NC0D3D

The prospect of peace has been properly made into a monopoly of sloppily thinking collusive oligopolies/incorporated and fated away from those of us lowly rated – the credit traded, the dead debated, the disenfranchised and the uneducated/the deception is porous, why, cuz the laws are for us, dummy, politicians quit chiming in like a chorus quit thinking we keep shafting them but the poor adore us/never forget theres more of us and less of you so confess your views call a truce before theres nothing left of you but propaganda juice/clues I leave are so different from these fools I leave behind in these schools that deceive spouting all these rules that we are led to believe only to eventually be led to be relieved/a gold watch and a plaque and a pittance of your former salary, white collar nightmare – an inevitable malady so how do we validly protect ourselves from placidly letting these powerbrokers parody our very reality/cmon get mad with me about the paradox of equality while we savagely ravage the rabid and the ragged and instead dab at the scabs of those already treated lavishly/thats trash to me, all the hero worship from the fanboys and fangirls leading to nothing when the fad downward spirals/but viral is the name of the game these days, you know, whatever the internet plays, who cares whose eyes is glazed, family and friends dont seem fazed like those that used to get blazed and learn how to spend their days in a haze while the fabric of their very existence frays

CHORUS

[graze gently with destiny, dance lightly with fate, you are your own entity and thus accountable for your own state...]

The reason I'm encoded is cuz every question I answer is loaded and that approach is now outmoded and I knew that even before I wrote it so I think back on all the relationships eroded and how the self absorbed gloated and showboated but the line I toed it and the wisdom I showed it when even on my enemies I doted despite their egos over bloated and their perspectives corroded but all that drama I stowed it and all their transgressions were duly noted though my pride has long since imploded from back when my responsibilities exploded until I couldn't rely on any one of the guns I've toted so these rhymes are not to be misquoted or distorted lest you tempt all the trouble that's boded

...That's why ya gotta

CHORUS

As the gunpowder pours out from the barrel I start to channel all the blood spilled on my apparel soaking like I walked in from a downpour I cure my need to be sure of the curves to the contour until I lure away all your distaste because hate recognize hate like game recognize game except when you combine in the shame from whence I came to what I became it must be the price of fame that has slain and left so many remains it must be the pain that so many proclaim a constant quest to inflame a righteous rain to wash away that sinister stain unclog the administered vein a twister in your lane transfixed in your brain like the glowing embers of a derailed train so ask me how do I explain why one man's sane and one man's taken one too many hits in the membrane

...Now you know why ya

CHORUS

My encryption doesn't fit any description you're in need of help now fill out the prescription I live a life so unreal it seems like fiction and I can never be too fussed with my depiction that is straight sick son now you need to pick one you choose you lose you snooze you get used this just goes to prove you're not over your addiction of peeling off the scabs off your affliction what's the prediction on whether I speak with conviction or if i'm meek with submission dang its the system that favors one over the other one brother from another word to mother nothing could be further from the truth forsooth we're all treated the same but differently are we made to accept our blame for a tragic society indifferent to shame where we call our men pimps and our women bitches and that is where the programming glitches creating a greed for riches and a need for snitches

...Always better to

CHORUS

All Icons eventually become bygones taking less space on the Nikon's as they get bombed out like Saigon that's the cost of going digital try not to lose the visual the more you go virtual the less you stay physical you knew this feeling was visceral but you went and called it mystical stop please don't be statistical cuz your actions indicate you are egotistical now who's being cynical my analysis is always clinical eyes on the pinnacle waitin' on a miracle i'm focusing so hard the irony looks hysterical you fear it still that fall from the spotlight but fame is so fickle there's something quite not right

...That's why I always say

CHORUS

THE ILLUSION OF AUSPICIOUSNESS

What does timing have to do with anything? It's just something people come up with to be able to have more control over their lives, right? But does it exist, as a separate phenomenon independent from human beings? Let's not answer that for now...

Take an individual, any individual. Up to a certain point in time, the reins over their lives are usually handled by someone else other than them. Be it their parents (for the fortunate ones... well... it depends really) or their legal guardian (for the unfortunate ones... well... it depends really) or an organization (such as an orphanage or any organization that works with individuals inept at caring for themselves) or the judiciary system or the government (for the really unfortunate ones). I am not trying to cover all the bases because of the innumerable possibilities of someone else taking care of any given individual. To try and do so would be foolish and would definitely NOT be worth anyone's time to go through. However, I have created a loose framework of the possibilities listed above with the intent to try and enable us to stay within the realms of likelihood and not drift into the realms of conjecture. 

Anyway, coming back to the individual, when their life is being managed by somebody else it is pretty safe to assume that the timing in said individual's life is not according to his/her own will/logical reasoning/whims/fantasies/delusions/etc. No, it is safe to assume that the "manager" of said individual's life is using perspective/experience/societal norms/value systems/religion(?)/critical thinking/cultural dogma to direct previously mentioned individual's life. That is why I can't help but smirk when I hear someone refer to themselves as a self-made this or that. It is a very admirable thing to be able to claim such independence from the rest of society, although unfortunately inaccurate. The warm feeling of self-contentedness, borderline conceit, that flows through my body at that moment of comprehension is just God's way of letting me know that all the answers are out there but some people are arriving at conclusions later than others and in some ways, all of us are purposefully delaying our arrival at certain other conclusions (but that's a whole another issue). So in conclusion (lol), I hope everyone can see how all our lives at some points in time/all points in time our lives are in another person's hands.

One should technically be able to follow that although in the previous paragraph, there was a very specific tangent that was diagnosed, we are more or less on track with exploring the concept of timing. The title "the illusion of auspiciousness" has very little to do with the religious aspect of auspiciousness which is usually what the word is associated with. It does however, clearly indicate the opinions of the author of this blog post, in that he considers auspiciousness or right timing (as opposed to bad timing or in-auspiciousness) as a pre-conceived notion that may not necessarily exist in sync with reality (whoa, are we going there? yes, we are). Now, this is not something that one might be comfortable admitting or believing and I will be the first to defend that right to feel contrary but think about it. How can any hypothetical individual believe in timing as a tool for control when a significant portion of their life has been "controlled" (for lack of a more appropriate word) by someone else? 

In some ways, we never totally regain control over our own lives. We just take the direction (whatever that may be) from our "managers", assume control over what we are able to manage by ourselves and then find new managers to delegate control to for the left overs. Can't protect yourself against criminals? Pay taxes to keep the police force going. Can't be bothered with politics? Vote for a politician. Can't do your taxes? Hire an accountant. The list goes on and on... The craziest part is that success nowadays is somehow measured not by how much you can accomplish by yourself but how much of your tasks you can delegate. Scoff at me but there are career paths with titles such as "Image Consultant" and I'm just thinking to myself, people need to pay other people to set their image for them? Sure, come at me with all the usual rebuttals of high stakes and creating more jobs but know this, when all the resources are depleted and countries can no longer exchange legal tender because of the steep inequality of debt distribution, then these jobs will be the first to go - basically setting up an entire career path that is scheduled to implode on itself. I think I have made my point about how we don't totally assume control over our own lives. 

So its not really timing then, is it? The cops don't show up the moment you need 'em, no, first you need to place the call and its not as if criminals are going to give you that chance. The only other option would be to call early in anticipation and tell emergency that you "might" get mugged, robbed, murdered, stabbed or accosted that day and now wouldn't that be the most conventional method of taking control of your own life, lol? Then we'd have to get into what is "acceptable" and what is not. As if it is actually "acceptable" to leave the early education of your child in the hands of strangers because it is perceived as acceptable to send your child to day-care. As if it is actually "acceptable" to lose it on your mechanic for a glitch in your vehicle when you all you technically did was dial his number and call them to tow it. So in the midst of all this "outsourced" chaos, what are we looking at and labeling as timing? Logic demands that there be something even if it is being mistaken for something else, I am not here to insult humanity's collective intelligence. I am simply here to point out that our understanding of auspiciousness may just be a misconception or rather an illusion...

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P.S. I have an idea that the something that we're mistaking for timing is a combination of personal discipline, delusion and conformity. The personal discipline provides the illusion of control. The delusion tells us we have honed it to an exact science, 'nailed the timing, so to speak'. Finally, the conformity allows us to make exceptions for what we control and what we have outsourced, making the latter acceptable and the former feeding the delusion of the illusion...

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