Strategy made simple
Or not, because not one give a damn, or rather, its hard to come up with anything,
while your being pestered by spirit, which is all in the mind, as being wrong. Further if you say anthing you give the game
away, so doesn't this make a mockery of the concept.
So back to intent
Interpretation.
Now my legs tells me i've done
something wrong, I've miscalculated, and i'm sure the clairvoyance will kill me,
nope it won't that will be the system, see the holographic imagery kicked in and
helped me out, and you though it would just be about chess, and Jed Bartlet, of
the west wing administration.
How wrong you are, for it's not that simple with me, so perhaps I am the antichrist
after all, and that is my strategy, or not because, it can't be a strategy if it's
all predestination, so perhaps I won't bother and sit on my arse all day, not like
that will happen, the inspiration to think, the chessboards, getting easier to remember
the small print, instinct and ignorance viing compeativly, and of course free will
is an absolute bitch, so I suppose I've got to learn to manipulate, and when I know
I've done it right, enough's enough. my buttocks light up, they gave the game away. I've taken the centre board, and they love me
for it.
An energy surge, a pain, how hard to focus
on a single thing, a point of view, trouble in mill, and *bang* its hitting me left
right and centre clues in
the dreams, a subtle edge, yet perhaps it's not enough. They are nieve, they are stupid, and they are selfish to
their own ends, so give them what they want, or do nothing, say nothing, and leave
them to sweat it out, in the service of god, or rescue them, and take the
flack, offer the hand of friendship, to have it bitten at a moments notice. So I
conserve my energy, work smarter, not harder. Meditate awhile, while the voices
come, and prepare the onslaught for what, peace or war
We don't have time for this, or do we? we have more time then we realise.
They rush, they fuck it up, and it takes longer then sitting down and braking it
up. planning, actually it took awhile to get past that with the psychic side.
learning to pay attention, often forced the issues, the pressure actually made you
lean into what you shouldn't be doing, to such a degree it broke your concentration.
the trick was realising it for what it was, and taking it in bite sized chunks.
more time in the thinking stages, figuring out the diving line, ice beneath the
surface, to break the call. talking to people (a nove approach, tracking where people
are, and saying what they feel)
some girls wounder by mistake.. what was that suggestion
for? listening to the "voices" again, whispers. perhaps better to go with
what you know, and ask for real world verification, strangly easy to give. it's
amasing what birds will be attracted to. *grin* it's image, and not that image.
it's am ambigious idea having more then one conotation, in this instance that's
deliberate, and ties in with the site, perhaps not really helpful in the business
world. a psychic (new age nut) will take a differnt conotation to the sexual, advertising
one. wait i've done it again. proved a point, everyone reads what they need to read,
not what they want, and certainly putting 2 + 2 together is beyond most of business
managment, perhaps useful in the law courts, but not really. only in defense, for
the one gaining the product, you have to learn to be specific, very specific or
your going to end up on bedazled. we don't always compensate you for what you intended.
branch out more, and learn the lingo of the other towers, perspective matters, as
does war. we want neither, individuality control, and
well commas again. ooops my mistake. ASK FOR CLARITY is that really a full stop?
surely they don't want war, is that war on terror, war on words, backbiting, and
well catering for all tastes, needs, unifed theory. sort you out a treat, contradicts
with no belief system, the inner spine, if you will. though perhaps my devil trilogy,
will blow the compertition out the water. no limits you see. existence is paradox,
there are no rules, only solutions. it's infinatly expandable, unlike those other
inferior competitors, with limited life spans. expensive maintenace ontracts. (all
that war) and well, belief is devisive, whilst questioning
unites. welcome to the other side. bridge the divide, and learn the interconections,
as the threads of life are woven together. one and all. now targets, jsut trust,
for we know what the point is, we buy into it, and well we're compfortable with
ourselves.
Back to the game in hand, more solutions, more fun, and more pleasure
In actual reality you had
all the time you needed, you just didn't spend it doing what you were supposed to
do, which is live, and fuck, and work hard, play hard, and all the rest. Of course they winge, make excuses
for failure, fail to take responsibility for their actions. Yet everyone knows, the battles in the mind, the battle of
wills, for when you think it out, its works like clockwork, everything falls into
place, and the moves are done in the blink of an eye, for the flaws have been analysed,
and the finished product is perhaps a materialisation from kether to malakuth, the
astral to the material for why try and practice, when you just know it works.
How doesn't matter, noy yet. Focus on the goal, the outcome. So its stuck in committee, big deal. You've explained it till your blue
in the face, but sitll they won't yet listen, it's the language gap, it's all
greek to them. perhaps a horse, or is it just a refusal
to admit weakness, for life's a game, and then some.
Now move is mine, or your stuck in the
waiting room, neo at the tube station. waiting for contact, inspiration humanity, a secret, someone to force
the blade through the canvass. to reach the sun XVIII behind and suddenly your obscure,
you explainef it wrong. your big moment and you fulbed the words, opps they say,
and they worry, and stress. What is it his up to. it's nothing, yet they won't check.
It's a distraction,
a kung fu hustle while he moves on the other side of the board. actually not, its obvious the dimond is hidden in plain sight, working
prottype, function to the extreme, can't you see the sales potential. it's all in
teh beermat, that and subtly imparting a few words of hope. it's easy to rpedict, when you study their fears, their patterns. sheep rarly change thier cycle.
while the wolves hunt the priest of old, who forgot what it was, bahh they say.
their knecks exposed, metaphorically. the sheep got lazy, now its time for the wolves
to play
Not really! it's a sacrifice he's given it all to the
fools journey,
and none more foolish then gothiclight. Dare he succeed
or should he loose it all, on a gamble merging the worlds, a turn of the card, he's worked it out,
don't be silly, he's worked it out,
working on impulse, the mines just pass him by, luck, not skill,
or is it both?
which is worse, the fool who knows what he's doing, but miscaluates
the logical progression, moves out of synch, or the one, who bet's it all, and makes
it big, (then looses it on the next hand.) Does it cancel out, everyone has the same amount of time, the same amount
of luck, which means in poker, everyone relies on force, or is it kindness, which
one works best, relying on people to answer their favours, or forcing them to submit
at the end of a sword.
so there you have it no to silence, and political correctness, no more, point the
flaw, and watch it grow. for they do nothing, while he sings his tune, and they
laugh it off, blind as always, the shine job in riddick works wounders for seeing
in the dark. less useful, in merging trance to real world, bits are skipped in the
seven of cups. siffintg through rubble, to gain the trith, yet how to use, and now
to turn the card, so it stays open to one and all. major arcane XV. god it was,
for thats the secret of selling your soul, you see. business demands pretence, a
mask, a slave reponse, yet the devil respects freedom, individual creativity, and
well life itself, pleasure and happines is the goal, breaking the old, and designing
the new, that's where the fun is had. proposing alternatives, finding the real reason
why, not the reported one, they deliberatly hid it. so it's not easy to work it
out. actually it is, if you can be arsed that is.
Yet power corrupts, and its lonely being on top,
perhaps a donation, or words of encouragment. unless your lilith,
in which case
she's more then welcome. for her secret is stolen in lust.
i'm sure the metaphysical conotations will be wasted, but it's all a dream. cue,
the downard spiral into hell and back. focus on the chalce, her right hand has it
all. the snakes feed in earnest, on her ride to where? that bit remains hidden,
adjustement VIII came too early on this ride. some tricks are learned later then
others, it's all a turn of the card, as the river rescues the worthless, or crushes
the dreams, for nothing in life is certain, well perhaps not everything. another
lie, another backdrop, another suspician based on education of old.
Better to have those who answer you truthly. then humour your wit, and lead you astray, temptation to grow, the apple
of knowledge now that's more my style. Productive growth, the beast in love
or is that a distraction, and the boulders fall, yet if I see them, and adjustment
is mine, for while they hit me once, i figure it out, how to steer between the reeds,
to direct it where? To you or me, should I take the burden, or give it to you to
bare, free will and all.
and you think that's not all, I learn quick, so
quick, you wouldn't believe, how many law books are sitting around me, and open book I explain it all, a quest,
a dream, a challenge, to spot the flaw, and hold a course. A course for where, god
is control, while the devil is pan, the world, and nature surrounds us, at one, with
the call to arms, in the devil we stand, so be it. Let the fight be on your terms,
if you want to go to court, then so be
it, your wish is my command, I gave you the choice to make love or perhaps just sex upclose and personal, just they way you like it, anything but war, but you
want to do it the hard way, so be it. For truth matters, more the victory. The sixes follow
in due course, but not before temptation has set you back. milestones, lost in a plan, that failed to complete.
A counter move, another tip off, do I role with the punches, or correct the issue,
before it comes to a head. Which ones funnier? I know where my votes cast, and they
stopped tracking the issue before it came to blows, oh dear, they failed to listen
to the edge, a nerve too far, perhaps a meeting of the minds, was never the issue
for pay no mind, and trust your instincts, over mine any day of the week. Another
obscurity, I wounder, how much he's tasted the sweet temptation, beneath the veil,
if you hold out long enough, theres always an opportunity, for crossing the divide.
More politics, oh dear. Keep you eyes on the big picture,
or on the tits, which ever works wounders, not that we'd ever go that far.
I would, for a worthy cause, shame none of the rest of you are.
You corrupted your values and sold your soul to god, the written word, the bitch
up stairs. Lust XI for values which weren't the one's you set in stone. Hypocrisy is your means to and end, not honesty like me, and my kind. So who's to point it
out, begore it comes crashing down? Not I, for the rats fled the building, along
with the beast in Lust XI for life. meh, what ever. another pass, at the golden
opportunity, which offered the heads on a plate, but that would have resulted, in
a climb down. Never again, for precious is mine. Surrender the fort, for you
can't keep the land, ergo a tactical retreat, often works wounders for the soul.
was it planned, or just a means to an end, sometime integrity matters more then
the turn on. for words are
quoted, and the apple is shared. So the truth shall set you free, least you fight
for your principles, and your rights, as man, women and child.
Perhaps intent, should be in there, workers rights,
eu law, and something else, a vote for the peoples' representative. Nope, they hated
that one, so perhaps I write too much, or not enough. less is more, more focus, less chance to mess it up, and loose
your grip on the situation. I did say it was a cause worth fighting for, censorship is not an option.
Oh yes artical 10, freedom of expression, trumps the obseen publications act, our right to political speech, and stand up for our beliefs, is enshirened in interantional law, or european law at least. Not much for politics, but I do wounder, what's the
point of claiming "democracy" when their isn't one at hand.
For some of us refuse to walk on shells, an early warning sign, to mask out true desire, for why bother, we can
read it all, its broadcast a mile off. so secrets not so secret, when they come our
at dawn... shhh says angel Gabriel, its in the book. (not realy, I just needed some
product placement,a placeholder if you will, for what comes next, its a move ahead,
don't worry about it, it's over there if you must know.) Care to sign up,
and support the issue, no obligation. but she cant take much of this sir, oh but she can,
she blows real good. Just don't make her work to hard, least you loose her support.
Not every one, can handle the pressure to perform.
Yet heres the problem, the real world doesn't work like that, actually it does,
but thats beside the point, truth is stranger
the fiction, and people are more predictable then you realise. So first impresison count. Some more then others,
and energy is always too steps behind. Same here, for I listened too much, instead
of acted. So much for insperation fro the priestess II,
perhaps I was too obscene, with my compliments, and the line was crossed, before
we began, hence the hanged men delivers the news.
It's always good to draw things to a close, before the pressure mounts, and i forget
what really happened. Learn to memorise your facts, literal translation, or alagory.
reverse the trend, and speak you mind. It's easier then waiting for them, to pass
the boulder. Teach You shall, for learn they will. Though perhaps not her, she's
had enough. I broke her once too often. oh dear, another sexist remark, but if they
continue to make blanket assumptions, shouldn't one, start treating them the same.
individuals matter, so learn to deal with it, or I shall assume your all as guilable
and twisted as that one.
So why bother with
intrigue, or second guesses, a pressure to perform, a trust in nothing, but circumstance,
so back to logic, and a plan of action, a need to fight it out, and the other side, kama, adjustemnt feather falls, like a brick baloon,
perhaps another word, would have made the differnece, or was it a foregone conclusion,
for they made their own minds up, before the start. the wheel of fortune turns.
it turns for thee. So buck up your ideas, least it
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It's only fair before we give away too many secrets, a little taster before
we give the rest away. Apple anyone?
For example you could read something without needing to be logged in: (not
everyone has the balls to join, offended they are, thank fuck for
article 10)
i.e. Philosophy is the Spice of
Life
Or The human Rights
Act
or the book extract: God
is Evil, The Devil is Good
The tail end, the clean up act, now the hard works been and gone. What's
left, but to dot the eye, and nurse the t's back to health... or communicate the
message, loud and clear.
so what then? whats next, and where to go?, stay on target, the
force
be with you. the rabbit has been chassed, and alice has met her
match, in the antichrist. So some
stories differ, before the end. Seek the truth
elsewhere, for everything is subejctive, especially down
there.
Do I really need to point out alice, and the connection to public speaking, good, never a good thing when they miss the
link, the subtle degredation, and reversal
of stratigic fortune all because that radio dj sucked, for heaven forbid it be our fault. Your always tight, the customer,
the individual. It's hard backtrack, when your focuesed full steam ahead, on an individual customer experience, which will end in a pleasure doing business with you, time after time, after time..
assuming you read the small print, for we deliver exactly what you asked for, our curse, as well as our promise... so lets get it right first time shall we. Planning helps.
Incidently a good book to read on strategy, would be Winning, by Jack Welch with Susan Welsh. but perhaps a better choice, would be the entire British Library. For
I was never one to welsh on a bet, least I be met with a challenge. No appologies, for making a joke, when I fail to deliver, or worse, over deliver, because you said it wasn't possible, when in fact it was.
So now i'm on top, and l
lilith has fled, for never let a women fall beneath you, least it end in tears.
for the sex is better when she has control. Isn't that what business is all about, a sexual relationship, of out needs evenly matched, and pitted against each other, for mutual benefit.
Accidents happen, and its nice to have some reassuring promises to fall back on, just in case she turns out to be eve. the silent manipulative type, who never speak up and leads you into trouble, for the tip of the iceburg, was not the half of it.
Always look beneath and tackle the important and the difficult first, for spotting the flaws in the solution, is the morning stars game, not hers, so would you rather have a shy retiring type, the status quo, or a trend setter, the person willing to take risks, and put you on the
straight and narrow.
Just remember there is no middle piller, it's always a question of give and take, for the serpent to
awake.
So don't expect me to be guilable in my transactions, thats her job not mine, to obscure the issue in double aquanda, and if we didn't hear you first time, then we shall take a leave, out of eve's book and speak up, least it end in fear, of reprisals.
For i always liked it when the lines of communication are kept open, at every level, least misunderstandings arise.
oh yes, it was all thrown away, because they were so focused on image, instead of substance, the colour scheme, not the functionality, a bit like life in general
, theres no second chances, you win some, you loose some, and you make the most of it, no matter what.
I'ts your life and ... well
privacy law, forbids me from saying, but I could point you to
someone who's died, all be it clinicaly dead. psychic too, she's a useful gage, proves your not the only one, who sees things, especialy with the sex
lark, you see thats what you do, you spot someone good you point them out.
and if their awful at thier job, you do your best to set the record straight, in public if you have to.
Fortunatly
as far as sex, goes i've been lucky, to date, if not, it's always good to know
who to turn to if theres a
problem. So think of my word, as the devils guarentee, for we expect both sides of the commitment to be honoured, and its your choice not ours.
Call it a customer service experience
of a lifetime. For we're going places, baby, gods an absentee landlord, while the devils the customer service industry of the future, for the aeon has come and gone, its our time baby, ours, and your included, if you accept the offer of tempation, and our silled, and hot workers, who will cater for all you needs, and desires,
and we mean a tailoured flirtatous solution, regardlessof your tastes. Apple
anyone ?
Check the ratings
inside if you don't believe me. Actually anyone
signed up, has been good, but there are those who didn't who were bloody awful. My appologies
I seemed to have slipped back into selling my own site, and the benefits of neworking and rating our ability to act, and that's focused on full disclosure of everything, every step of the way, so you can see for yourself, how well we cater for your individual tastes.
For freedom, is our call
in the devil we stand united, on the bridge of compromise, for thats pluralistic reasoning, and now stone remains unturned in search of truth, honour and justice. formaly adjustement, for what's in a name change, if it will convinve the world, that the power of knowledge is here to stay
uncensored,
but only if we grab the bull by the horns and act now, least it be
taken away from us for life.
So it's good to see some positive enthusiasm once in awhile, even support, and we
will support you ever step of the way, if needed, after all your not a sheep, but
a free thinking individual, who knows quality and good taste when they see it.
Least we stop recording your
progress on the
journals, how else do we know, when it's time to get back in touch?
Perhap never, but meh, you never know
what could be, if you don't resisit tempation. For its coming out, and safty in
numbers, least you forget the pawn chain is weakest from behind. Kill the support,
and the rest tumble like flies. So perhaps a west wing style
president after all.
You tell me you hired him, or let the site and my
writting speak for themself. After all its just
little old me. Now one sees me coming, thats why my rating are so high, they are amased, lilttle old me did all that, wow. Though perhaps not so little after all, but then what is size when we scale to fit. Seen one design pattern you've seen em all. The rest, is just customosing it to personal taste, for maximum satisfaction, and i'm sure for the right price, we can offer our personal guarentee of customer satisfaction, or a full refund is yours to have, if we let the side down.
Which going by their rating rarely happens, if at all. assuming the goal posts aren't shifted, and thats why it only works if its in writting, to the level of detail required, to remove wiggle room. Though if wiggiling is what you like, we can come up with a plan, to work wounders, within reason, remember, i'm the devil, not a mind reader, its open to literal interpretation in a court of law. THats for your
benefit, for I'd hate for something to go wrong, by mistake, people work beter with clear
foresight, and stratigic goals.
My lifes work, is not necessarily yours, for their are many paths up the mountain,
which is why its important to not jump to any hasy conculsions, assumption is the
mother of all fuckups, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. for life is an assumptiuon,
period.
Though please remember if you want me to treat you with any respect, I suggest you make a move,
and
join me on my terrortary, a show of support goes a long way in ralying to the banner.
"In the devil we stand"
If only we had met sooner, but wait... perhaps there is something I can do
for you? If you ask. For if you don't ask you don't get, and that even included personal private performaces, on well anything actually. Just ask the ladies inside.
That's all it takes, and perhaps a little charitable
donation, to a good cause. Remember survival first, then the
rest.
(actually i'm giving more to then, then I make at present, not very giving is it, preventing growth ;) Another reversal, another trend. Least you sucome to the devils rampage, don't get mad, get even on all counts.
game set and match. I hope, just one more move and then its...... killed
by my own arroance, i understimated
eve, and now i'm dead. but so artistically done,
and it wouln't have set me right on
clairvoyance without it. For not everyhint is
as obvious as it seems, at first glance, sometimes, the
voices were right after
all. Pitty you can't always isolate the threads, so perhaps it's better to turn off and trust, cold hard facts, then rely on superstion, bit like weapons of mass destruction.
Perhaps theres more
psychics then you think, entering the game. Your
move, creep. Knight to e4, looses you the game. checkmate in 5. queens
rook, or am I bluffing, this time... house rules, and winner takes it all.
So the question you have to ask yourself is, has he over analysed it, read too much
in it (two questions) or is bnang on the moeny. No pressure, your word,
do you feel lucky? or do you need a skilled debator, least you make an offer by
mistake. FOr my word is my bond, is yours? If not, we really won't get
on, now make me an offer I can't refuse, or live to fight another date. The fleas
are biting...
(must be the beas within, and the voices wail at an opportunity to big to miss,
least it go astray, but is that the price of) No more for free, the offer isn't
tempting enough. Or have I met my match in god, it seems, perhaps I should
kneel
after all, or is existence futile,
where nothing is impossible, and UNIverse XXI is the pardox proog of which, means
there are no rules, and therfore god is nothing, but a figment of my imagination.
The irony she is only forth on the
ladder of true insperation. So the question is where do I take it? what's my goal, wheres
my heart leading me, for my compass is indeed broken, which is why I looked to
...
Lust XI in
forgiveness.
the chariot XVII is indeed broken, this time of year, which is why you need a prince
of cups, or the knight of swords, to take a hold and go forth, once more. Queens
optional, but you never know, with the
states on
offer.
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