(der) Verflucht :: (n) :: The Cursed
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Durch das Höllenfeuer und den Schwefel...
Christmas approaches post-haste. A miserable time of year with reflections of the joyous. If money makes the world go 'round, then the rotation during the months of November and December should catapult us into space. Is the look of joy and/or humorous disappointment on the recipients' face worth the quarter year of destitution to follow? I say "yes," but that is varied by the intended recipient.
...ein Schmetterling fliegt...
My demeanor hinges on boisterous with a touch of the slight, yet my conscious self is ever aware of the fabled "negative vibe." Perhaps it is so acute that I am able to dissect the negative from the intended positive. The matter at hand at that point would be which to cast aside and which to take to heart. Even the most profound compliment can have an undertone of hatred depending on the transmitters' perceived thoughts of the receiver. It is through this belief that my character has become as indelible as it has. Paradoxical is it may seem, I am fragile, yet indestructible.
...und lässt einem feurigen Nachlauf dahinter.
Artificial Intelligence is better viewed as a human trait. There are those that will horde knowledge of the seemingly archaic and less sought after knowledge in hopes to one day wow their cohorts with their inherent wisdom, whereas a prolonged conversation with such an individual can unravel their A.I. with startling proficiency. Eradication is an extreme answer to said problem, however I much prefer Education. Only a few minor letters separate death from enlightenment, remember that the next time you hold onto a single trivial fact of interest as an effector of possible friendship with those you deem intelligent. They will find out, and you will be judged.
...der Adler wartet in den Schatten.
~R
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