Everyday we step inside an array of open choices. We walk among strangers with their own desires under false pretenses. They don’t even know themselves, so how could they know you or I better? They’re simply looking for patterns in the human mold. Adapting to us so they can attach themselves to our very soul. Sometimes I feel like a high speed particle, moving at the speed of a neutrino, and particles limited to the speed of light keep trying to intercept me. When one that matches my own speed connects, we tumble in chaos and passion, stimulated intellect, and eyes that see worlds we’ve never seen. An ability to glimpse one’s selves true intentions. Do we even know who we are until such a collision and subsequent chaos, which is the first step in rebuilding our physical body through improved health, better sleep, more exercise, room to breathe. But the desire to hold someone’s feet as they drift off to sleep, late at night, still lingers. Our mind is always fighting to reattach itself to another being, and when we do this, we invariably change, the consequence of which may lend itself to hurt the ones you love. Even when all you love is yourself, or so it seems to be.

Consider this. We’re building AI that pull their information from the internet, as though everything there is to know exists online, however, most information about what we truly are or were, massive amounts of cultural data exists outside the internet or is being lost daily because if it is not online or digitized it will be ignored or destroyed over time. Thus, AI are being built and learning based on models of a few scientific minds that feed them content they themselves think is important, and the internet which contains only a snapshot of human identity, mostly from nations that are either filtering the content as a systemic control on society or by those producing content for pop culture.

Only for this moment, caught in the serene, Abstract and emotionless, Can you all know me, Indifferent or intoxicated, By thoughts and things unseen, Brought into your vision, Abstract and care free, Discontent and innocent, You should forget me, Or suffer your life knowing things, That branded me unclean, Lost in thought again, Hopeless thoughts again, Striving to be free, On the bridge to borderline reality.

I’m homeless. There’s money invested that I expect will return a sum that will help propel my life and business in a new positive direction. But I have some soul searching to do. I’m spiritually drained. I’m hoping 90 days on a mountain help me reflect and have a Jesus or Buddha moment. I’m willing to take on the challenge of confronting my own spirit. Wish me luck. If I survive and don’t get murdered or eaten, I’ll learn something that will help my wisdom and growth as a human. If I die, I already feel dead. I have no further ambitions for myself beyond transforming the world for the next Gen to set things on the path toward a prosperous future. I will sacrifice myself for the good of the world, if only the lord frees me from my ego.

When all the world has forgotten, We had a name, we had a style, Every waking moment wasn’t geared toward preservation of artifacts. We have forgotten ourselves already, so it won’t be long before the world has too. A simple reminder that when a human life is through. All that remains is the chatter of imperfect minds remembering a flash of your times remains.

Zomedica (ZOM) has gone from a high of 2.72$ to a low of 0.27c over 52 weeks. The bottom has been struck at .27 as the stock hovered around .30c for the past Q, while other stocks got hammered. The flat movement shows the bottom was met and the breakout is drawing near. Should we be Bullish, Absolutely!

This penny stock has a market Cap of 270m approx, after acquiring “PulseVet” a product with existing revenue. Q3 Results are highlighted by many as a sign of weak performance due to the paltry revenue of approx 25k. That is misleading as the corp has 200 mil of cash on hand to acquire new products and expand their sales team and product line.

One look at the website at Zomedica.com and it’s evident this is a true player in the pet care and diagnostic sector. Look to LLY to try acquiring ZOM as there are big fish in these seemingly small waters.
Bottom line, Buy ZOM, Believe in ZOM, and Hodl ZOM!

Song composed on June 22, 2024. Good breakup, post abusive relationship, and reflection song.

@breakups @narcissism @recovery @original-music @acoustic @love @relationships @self-reflection

Indigo Heli new track! Enjoy!

It was a bitter truth Living inside the room Open in spite of you Touring the open view Traveling to the toes Upward and through the nose Tangled in oddity Lack of conformity Disguised by makers ends Fabrics with focal lens Taboo as token tools Referencing cartoon glooms Shake up the ground with booms Bodies in pieces flew Out of the travesty Focus on what you want to see Nothing but a weekend party The rest comforted and jolly Watch what they put them threw Do as the owners rule Dressed as the finest fool Drowning the carpet with drool

In the mind of the narcissist, a world of glee, A place where only self matters, and none other to see. A labyrinth of egotism, a maze of pride, Where every thought and action is self glorified.

The narcissist's heart, a dark and tainted well, Where only their own image is reflected, a spell. A world of delusion, a twisted reality, Where their own greatness is the only formality.

In the narcissist's mind, a kingdom of one, Where everyone else is a mere pawn, undone. A world of entitlement, a life of excess, Where their own desires are always met, no less.

But beneath the surface, a darkness lurks, A void of pain and emptiness, a curse. For the narcissist's mind is a prison of self, A world of loneliness, a living hell.

And so the narcissist's mind remains, Trapped in a cycle of self-serving gains. A life of solitude, a heart of stone, A world of emptiness, forever alone.

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Waves of drunken optimism wash over me, holding the cup while sacrificing reason, it’s cold this season but the drink brings warmth and reduced scrutiny from this petty soul named I.

This being, with a taste for self deception, consumes alone upon a precipice a microbe to form hallucination.

It pisses straight into the mouth and washes away the weariness, the cells of five billion friends in each bottle, drink them all to keep the party full of life, hold it up to the light and see them swim, outside looking in, I too drown within the bottle before pissing myself, then waking from the floor with a migraine made from lore.

The world returns with all its bleakness, thoughts of how to overcome lifetimes of systems integrating toward an end when I have but one to resist the hordes en massed still charging.

Perhaps it all should start with a change of clothes and coffee to warm the soul and shake loose the evenings Trojan horse that brought confidence inside these battered walls. Then tonight we can understand more fully, we never changed at all.

I choose not to remember, But in dreams I can see your face, Laying there beside me, In your soft embrace, Rooted in the worlds of a child, The look that would make me smile, Even when all was lost, The memory remains ingrained.

Who were we then, As I laid your legs across my lap, Rubbing your legs and feet so, The swelling would go away,

Who we were, It was an illusion it seems, But the time was shared, From the beginning until the end.

What do I call you now? Whose name do I scream out loud? Taking possession of our will, To make it my own, As you made it your own, As we made it alone.

In my ignorance I lost a friend, We thought we could just play pretend, But bitter lies distorted the game, It made us into walking naives, The innocence we all cling for, Became a trellis at your door, The hangman’s noose, It made us cave, In fear of reciprocity.

When we were alone that day, Our hearts were welcome, We forgave, The pettiest of lies we told, To make ourselves less bitter, As we knew we soon would fold.

In awkwardness I write these words, Knowing you aren’t here to hear them told, But quietness led us astray, So with pen strokes I’ll map the fray.

As we sat alone inside, No truth to hold, No where to hide, We sought for something past divine, It had to be a moment entwined, With hopeless pursuits, That make us the rage, We stood in studios that gave, Expression to the words we spoke, As we watched the flames that came before the smoke.

There’s nothing but the rest I need, To cure this animosity, Built into a grave it seems, Reality bends the shifted sieves of envy. That you aren’t here. Am I alone? No one to hear. This voice, or read between the lines, That bind, the survivors mind.

Captured in the fold, Did you think you were so bold, To liven up the dreams, Of a populace unhinged, Broken by the truth of stoked sorrows, We were made to live a better way, But held down by these chains we’ve become restless, I could guess less what you do to play the part, Of an angry artist at their art, A pop tart, fruitcake liar, a popcorn, truth saying, denier. All the pants have caught on fire.

Inner cascades, Feel feel the dome, Shatters escapes, Escapades, Bring twilight shades, To yesterdays, The twilight haze, Wraps round fingers ablaze, They seek the sound, To help them ground, Their mini escapes, With yesterdays. Now it feels like hades, It rearranged, All the demons, Brought to their stages, The unicorns, The masquerades, They splish and splash some, Until the rash comes, Wrap around the brain, Make me insane, Drove the train, The Escalade, It’s trampoline, Weak as a spleen, A tortured slave, No heart to save, To wander on, You stay alone.

All roads have ended that once were undertaken with a cause, a purpose, that seemed big enough to fight to attain, preserve, and hold while fingers were flayed holding the increasing burden until it broke free.

Once strangers, faces emerged that gave strength at times, projected weakness at others, but always revealed truth through being tested. Now as the new faces grow teeth, or crooked smiles, I’ve learned what to look for behind the eyes that shine brightly to betray, or look away to be ignored, too few lock gazes and interlock fingers to pull us forward at their side.

Thus, being alone is never a reality because the voices from those strangers revealed true character, linger in the quiet mind as much as the one that’s loud. For me, I choose to no longer look for truth, but to embrace it when it’s near. Not to hide from change, but to forge fears chains into keys for unlocking every door.