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When we accidently currupt,, By: stuck here,,

Bliss is the blissfulness,,
Escape of the stress by stress-er s whom press the stress,,
Whom wanting the more to produce to wrong whom produce s less,,

Stress press to digress is the wane of the whining,,
From those whom grown to hate whom may groom their own,,
In their own home sowing of the reap s of their own tone s,,
Where the good s of reality is now gone flown,,

The predecessor s of the common stress thee factor s,,
Never lack when they give especially when the character s character strength s are not passive,,
Yet still lack,,
Like a brain on crack,,

Without the meditation medication in a life may need,,
The feeling to flee due to greed,,
To act as a shit head is still an act of being free,,
Welcome to being the shithead you have all way s wanted to be,,


Evidence in Malta,, By: stuck here,,

I sit in a ponder,,
A pond of scum of Wonder,,
Of all evidence in Malta,,
I hope there is no hooking down in S h a n g R a la,,

This world of cope,,
Soaked in all that make s us mope,,
Decent less left distressed,,
Antiquated kicked shit less pet s,,

In a World more dumber,,
Am I scum that wonder s,,
Of all limited evidence in Malta,,
I hope there is no hooking down in S h a n g R a la,,
Hope is for us,,
All that focus,,
Not wasted on us,,
I hope there is no hooking down in S h a n g R a la,,
Hope is for us,,
All that focus,,
Not wasted on us,,
I want to know of all the sorrow s will end up lost,,
I hope there is no hooking down in S h a n g R a la,,

Tear s in the all,, By: God through stuck here,,

Is Circular sphere,,
Is a blur of a Disk to clearer,,
How high do we have to be,,
To see the Ocean s as a mirror,,

When are we not noticed,,
Are our reality s out of focus,,
From spell s of ill s El s N L e l s,,
Smoke N Mirror s Fear s N hock-us Poke-us,,

Have we woke in a reality sold separately,,
Why would this seem more real if it were a clarity,,
Why does the Elite treat the Government like a clown,,
Where the meek get meek as charity,,

This trolling worn the gooey part s of Humanity to the ground,,
When the worst get worst if we make a sound,,
Under the guise of dirt appeared to be found,,
Tear s in the all of we been reaping,,

Where ever,, By: God through stuck here,,

Where ever we are,,
Where ever we might go,,
If your are not so far,,
When you decide to show,,
You w o n t cause an alarm,,
If my heart does grow,,
Just so your soul w o n t starve,,
I want you to know,,

Your hug s are all way s there,,
To keep me warm,,
In this realm,,
O r,,
Other ether realm s,,
As sweater will be worn,,


My interpretation of Young s word R E K K T,, By: God through stuck here,,

I am afraid of failing at anything I do not want to fail at,,
Even though fear is not from me,,
It more of a concern more than a frail act,,
In this Life of all I am trying to be,,

Admittance before my attempt s at,,
Anything that is in connection to me,,
In attempt to achieve at full with out amount s with what I may lack,,
In this Life of which with I would be happy to be,,

This Psychology might lead to my future plus it s Grandeur ways,,
Use of knowledge to appreciate to void vain in my Squander,,
Keep honorable for other pleasant belonging s I pray,,
Even when the subject s of loss s lead s us to ponder,,

Heaven one Fear zero,, By: God through stuck here

Name s of love,,
Putting in place s,,
Below the ear,,
Behind our face s,,
This fear were facing,,
Traveling chi,,
Down the neck,,
Our chest were chasing,,
Feeling the racing,,
Fear we are replacing,,
To make life become less crazy,,
Relaxed in Life s so amazing,,
Thankfully some thing found worth tasting,,

Meditation mind burrow,,
Inferred Heaven incurred,,
Fear had been lured,,
Heaven one Fear zero,,
Meditation mind cure oh,,
Inferred Heaven Burrowed,,
Fear has been lured,,
Heaven one Fear Zero,,



Yue Chi Jing Tao Technique 4 -- Isolated Isometric s 3b --By :stuck-here

Earlier last week I went to my doctor,,
On Thursday 3/3/2015,,
I was showing her the technique I described in the last post,,
How I used the duration of time in between visit s,,
To measure if when the pain being treated would return,,
Yet they did,,
Thus making the treatment a stave,,
Not a cure,,
The normal pain s would be staved for the duration of a month to 6 week s,,
Where Chronic pain s would return a lot sooner,,

I than showed her the technique with the roll,,
Also showed her the same technique with hand s,,
When doing so she told me to look up K i n s i o,,
Also K i n s i o taping,,
Since my hand technique required grabbing the skin before twisting,,
Than Rocking,,

I did,,
The difference s I found that,,
The focus s in my technique are the nerve s branch s,,
That run through the body in general,,
Where they concentrate on the layer s,,
Not only pertaining to the nerve s,,
They also concentrate on the collagen as well as the E l a s t i n,,

Their particular technique Move s plus stretching the nerve s,,
With the tape hold the nerve in position to keep the circulation going,,
For a heal process,,

Where In my technique,,
Just twist the nerve s while rocking them into a more increased twist,,
Unblocking nerve s,,
Also stretching nerve walls to increase flow,,

Sorry I had to describe this long drawn out blog of subtle,,
Yet well need to be described difference s,,
Since This is blogged Intellectual Property,,
I need to for future court room use s,,
If the situation might occur,,
In other word s,,
Get a hold of me for permission s to use,,
I am cheap,,
Talk to everyone later,,




Chosen Few,, By: God through stuck here,,

Life seem s to gift to us more than is grand,,
All with the meaning s of what is all which is am,,
For us to float above love in the shape of a dune,,
To observe the sand s slipping straight through our hand s,,

Left for us to remember the action of the how it happen s to do,,
Do not leave broken heart e d for we can all ways pass through,,
Open from sadness happiness s that feel like a wound,,
Life is our salve of thee Adoration s come true,,

Life s gentle embrace s for heart s chosen few,,




A r g h,, By: stuck here,,

I killed my P S 4,,
Pissed of to the amount s of galore,,
I wanted to play the game I was so non politely interrupted some more,,

Just one more thing added to the hill heap of the aggravating happening Heaps,,
Lined up from the Birth of my existence It creep s as I crept,,
All the day s awake through the night s of sleep measurement s of time creep,,

I killed my P S 4,,
One step away from throwing it through this concrete floor,,
My P S 4 plus this concrete floor,,
A R G H !!!! !!!,,
I killed my P S 4!!!! !!!,,