Need For Speed: Most Wanted

Unlike earlier Need For Speed titles, Most Wanted has an obvious eclectic theme. My use of eclectic’s to characterize the union between race circuit, earlier Need For Speed titles and some element of cause and effect. Despite EA and Criterion’s creativity, and lack of designing features, players can drive a variety of products from common manufacturers. However! This title’s easily justified when comparing the need for that feature and  popularity of this particular title that feature’s not missed. I did note content of in-game songs and suspect they reminded of certain Need for Speed: The Run events from that content. Induced into this eclectic environment Players race through ship and plane yards, along highways and bi-ways, but never receive a champions reward. Perhaps us winners shall resonate in the concept of being a step ahead of the losers. Again this title’s another reason I question what the entertainment industries planning, and why this new disc glitches too often. I guess all things relative need an economic reform. In-spite trouble, this title’s playable for many age ranges.

Lamentation From Within A Cynical Heart

Within the fabric of deceit, I’m reminded of why I question my makers purpose. The nature of me being, and this inevitable escape from how being’s defined. Occasion after occasion, I imagine our dark mistress reaching to caress my presence while she insists I hear her say I’m far less than adored. I question how being defined as a tool of fabrication this legacy is. For the father of lies I’m device every lying tongue seeks when searching refuge from themselves. though within our heart I’m a misrepresentation to those using the same device to administer deliverance unto their salvation. Unto our mistress I’m a device for her sins increase. Unto salvation, I fear this thing’s a thing renounced because this thing’s despised. Thus! I lament within me while enduring the storm’s threshold. Assuming her gesture contradict  her words. Unto the first perhaps I will always be our righteousness presence. For this thing selfsame decor. For the deviant, perhaps I am selfsame corruption unto wicked things. From her gesture  a  sinner I am, tempted of sins devices. A gate-keeper between vexation and realization of what our purpose is as defined. Let the truth of vanity hide behind the charade of peace no longer. Vain deceit stains humanity creating opportunity of being defined less than acceptable. A delusion dictated from desperate, frightened dictators. Mass of fabricated promises separated as a result of fault. The covenant seeks  the prince of peace but reject classless, race-less and sexless communist societies. They live behind the fantasy appearance they create for themselves while denying the steadfast standards their dictators created. Nearing the end of my fantasy I ask what this mistress gains from this many levels of manipulation. Is the benefit the same for all delusional participants of this existence? Perhaps her caress is enough to defy the things I fear? Will she conquer the cynicism of a faithful heart?

The Forge Of Love’s Everlasting Sin

From one place Humanity’s foundation support life for each living soul. From that same place, one image of love’s created in-spite of the things needed of everyone. Like the two-edged sword, forged in the heat of desire romance and the romantic exist within the same standards of being infatuated of humanity. One being the inheritor of the one legacy while all others parallel. Because I’m not Christ but society peers on as his body, my action as a lover shall defy the body, and justifying the standards of true romance as stipulated by black-smiths of romance. Because the seed of human will’s sewn long before this love crafts perfection we inherit sin and taste the sight of lovers like adversary battling for favor of the field. Because of the already existing evidence of my legacy I offer myself for your indulgence  Because I’m a sinner I must accept your decision as just reward for a sinner. If that be God‘s will, we shall be as the sword to the body. If I’m denied the act of being your want then I stand smitten because of my imperfection. From everlasting to everlasting this blade this song and this act be empowered. This selfsame day man shall recognize the epitome of his demeanor. Without perfection man shall be cast aside as scrap. Because our inhibitions tempered with the hammer, our unity stands as everlasting sin. Sin against sinner, or sinner rewarded for sin. From the maker’s hand our foundation’s obscured. With our heart we find our maker’s will and rediscover our need of others. the vow of a woman promises a man he’ll never fall beneath the veil of his darkest sin. For love we stand united to conquer those things devised for our failure. Divided I’m only an image ideal to the author.

From Within The Crystal Globe

Remembering your expressionless appearance, I think of my response and how you expect me to respond. My hand pressed firm against my imprisonment I remember not knowing the feeling of your hand touching me. Along with your apathetic gaze I wonder if the next insinuation of you knowing what you’ve read or haven’t read’s going to emerge from that self-same emptiness. For love I subject this vessel for your entertainment. Juggling as the marveling of jugglers, I wait for increase of our sins. As allurement of any trained juggler with her one object routine frolicking around placing that object anywhere her trained profession permit. Will only few of those sins increase or shall we entice of them all? For your touch is worth more than mere suggestion. The contact juggler might be limited by circumstance, but intent of your heart is bound unto more than a single embodiment. Contact requires a touch, despite the intent behind the action. Because I’m a sinner being teased of your intent and the extremes of being teased I’m forced to delight in you actions. Though my restricted response within the embodying of this crystal prison  my want is not. Because I’m a juggler of this self-same will I wish your touch. Not for pleasure,but for rationalizing  pleasing acts. Balancing our inhibitions this transition occur, and we shall ponder upon a thing given to us for pondering. Now you’re within the crystal globe and I’m without satisfaction of your loathing touch. Because I’m now expressionless fear not the idea you’ve discerned, but continue loving this self-same day.We live within time ecstatic as we shall dwell within each other’s heart. Love is a thing capable of being presented from every walk of life but being loved is a thing experienced within the experience.

To all bloggers I love; let us experience  recollection of a thing obscured for the sake of us. Without we might never pursue it’s meaning.

 

State Of The Union According To Me

I’ve maintained this blog a year or more before of this particular post. I began posting articles, trying to follow the guidelines many journalist should follow during the time they’re writing articles about important topics the public relates to. During that time, tools I demand available for completing my writing tasks were subject to a mere impression of technical evolution. Those changes Microsoft have force their customers to use also affect our means of productivity while we pursue goal oriented tasks. My pursuit of gaining higher education status didn’t open any political doors for course of study. However. I’ve blogged about life events from a sociological perspective and have some meaningful rewards as a result. From those rewards I established a functioning thesis for standards of living. because those standards appear ass functioning standards set from the efforts of people already administering product of higher learning recent occurrences re-assure me of my understanding of those things. Diversity of a place or people only resides in an opportunity given of a place or people. Because the place and people around me, gave me the same thing everyone’s entitled to understand my challenge remains a constant. Because The State Of The Union this year, only increase the feeling of being a subject of observation by an arrogant entity, my will also increases.

Barack Obama’s “ State Of The Union” this year, only magnifies our constitution as it’s written. Because our President’s speech re-assured me of my understanding of those standards we’re expected to endure, I am proclaiming possession of understanding everything I’ve read. This includes Federal code of conduct, penal code of conduct, psychology, sociology, and Bibliography. Those things are humanities convictions. Our lives seem aimless and pointless without them.

To all bloggers I love; during the time we’re plagued of countless worries we ultimately seek an ultimatum for rectifying those things. United we’ve defined real boundaries we shall live in. Divided I fear we’ll never see the real evolution of our culture.

 

Call Of Duty: Black-Ops

After this weeks visit to my therapist, I ventured through the mall looking for current video game titles. I found two titles I thought I’d enjoy. Retrieving Call Of Duty Black – Ops from the shelf I turned quickly as a result of the cashiers voice from behind me. I immediately noted the discerned expression on her face while asking me about my interest in the sequel of that particular title. She and I lead the occasion in question and answer type conversation before I departed the mall heading for home. Besides racing titles shooters keep me occupied after reading or studying becomes boring. Though this was a popular title I didn’t expect to discover real life association between this game, myself and all things I think relevent.

During the middle of the game names like Nikita’s a common character name and point of interest within the plot. After encountering the name Nikita I thought about CW’s television show but restrained my imagination as best I could. exaggerating any association between this title and all current entertainment’s not my best interest. I thought nothing more until I sat staring at the menu screen being compelled to do just the opposite seemed rational. Because during a particular stage numbers become subject of interest and on the menu screen a number five circled exists. On that same screen is the number one hundred thirty-two. During the before mentioned stage that circled five’s visible oon television monitors as well as those character and numbers being part of the plot. Despite me needing to create that association game play’s awesome. Unlike other Call Of Duty titles, Black-Ops control functions quicker. Getting rid of grenades after catching them’s much easier. Melee and movement are also faster during gameplay.

To all the bloggers I love: living unaware of how others are limited’s a journey unexploited. Not until we fully understand when and where we share common interests fruit from the things as are and are not.

Beyond The Emerald Dream.

If the afterlife meant despite being dead our eye still sees what our soul wants to see, I choose thee as my icon to see for eternity. Extracted from your place as the apple of my eye and dressed in your prismatic membrane I loath to adore thee. Dressed abundantly of blessed and futile tongues from sin spoke vainly . Nought uttered of as we fill that space with things we expect to see after submitting our vision filled of apathetic like feelings. Let us fill from within mine emerald eye the sanctity thou demand being encompassed by. For that garment of righteousness does suit the better than being imprisoned within only delusion of distant want. Because the eye is the window to the soul I only accept being forced to gaze into void and emptiness if my delusion cannot prove me un-delusional. Stand before me and live beyond the green of mine eye. Stand before and dwell beyond the emerald dream. The end of the dream is that moment we’re enlightened by illumination of the thing our sins create for us. Self centered this ting can shame me. Leaving me unrewarded to stare into the dark of loneliness and oceans of being forgotten. Take this thing we share and enable us. For us this delusion is what you wanted. Because you’ve spoken those things my idea of what you are , is it not the same? Will I parish entombed of wretched things I imagined in vain? Will I parish or were you bounding yourself unto dominion of sin and sinner? will you be my master, or shall I subject myself into slavery unto sin? Hidden within this dream is the name thou gave me. The name I shall know you as. your name I stitch into the fabric of our being and let it shine throughout the reaches of this nothing.

To all bloggers I love; sometimes the literal existence of life is bewildering. Other times it can deliver us into a world we accept as our reality.