C.G.Ayling

Month: January 2012

  • Tweets for Posterity 19.

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    Am I the intolerant bastard I know myself to be, for clicking unfollow when “they” solicite me to buy followers?

    Jalgar bowed his head to Rethga’s. For a moment their foreheads touched, in affection. #malmaxa

    Is death our final release, or the start of atonement for this hell?

    Stress saps, creative energy wanes, elective deceit builds.

    Excuses for our inaction impress no-one but ourselves.

    Halloween: Me “You’re not as scary as her”, child “Am too! I killed people in the Hunger Games, you should be scared.” I am.

    I feign misery, while walking a path lined with happiness.

    More than a glance reveals, less than its goal, a view of my soul. #malmaxa http://bit.ly/CGbMal1

    The nature of their mission, and its danger was clear now. The truth just unveiled was not glorious, but grotesque. #malmaxa

    Relinquish responsibility, compromise your character.

  • Tweets for Posterity 18.

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    My beloved sister is so outraged at the ending of Malmaxa, she hasn’t spoken to me, except via my mother, for 2 years. {truth} #malmaxa

    Run! before insanity consumes you, addiction overtakes you, and inspiration… overwhelms.

    Doing wrong for the right reasons, the ends do not justify the means.

    A wise man keeps silent ~ offending no one ~ I, am unwise, with friends, in flux.

    Night all, I have steps to take, and promises to break, before I skate.

    Were the KKK on twitter, I’d look at what they have to say– recognizing evil is easier once you’ve seen it, close up, and impersonal.

    Tears we cry, they fill the stream ~ then we awake, this isn’t a dream.

    Trails of tears join anguish’s stream ~ we strive, we try ~ and then, we die.

    Write me a smile, in words you must, such is my need, and in you is my trust.

    Some are rude, that’s OK – some are offensive, that… is not.

  • Tweets for Posterity 17.

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    “their clawed feet upon the earth – like droplets of heavy rain striking parched ground. He would never relish that sound again.” #malmaxa

    @ubetyourwrasse I tell my kids that, before letting them fall to catch themselves… The lesson? Mistrust authority, question always.

    Your doubts of self, echo my own.

    Though you cloak yourself in feigned decency, your true colors bleed through.

    World in decline ~ IQs in free-fall ~ stupidity affects us all.

    As a thirsty person must drink, a wise one must think. #malmaxa

    A good dream, when you wake up thinking “I hope that’s just sweat, and not what I think it is…”

    Fare well my friends, I head to bed, where dreams await, I hope ~ My inspiration knows her name.

    I am… seldom satisfied ~ I seek… better words. #iam

    A stream of splintered tweets ~ conversations ~ striving for beginnings.

  • Tweets for Posterity 16.

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    A terrible thing about fame, is how often arrogance accompanies its arrival.

    Change, the catalyst.

    Please none of the people all of the time, while remaining true, and alonely lone.

    Compromise who I am? Unthinkable! but, for you… Why do we strive to change the ones we love?

    Me, “Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I’ll agree with you. What kind of delusional world do you live in?” Wife, “Yours.”

    Why do terrible things happen to good people? Cause that’s the way I write it!

    Message to Mitt: America isn’t a “small business”, it’s a monstrous mess – made so by a republican less radical than you.

    I am… a seeker of eternal truth ~ ultimately… I fail, for eternity eludes me.

    Words come from the mind ~ passion from the soul ~ truth, from the heart.

    Though I strive for understanding, I seldom attain it – yet still, I try.

  • Tweets for Posterity 15.

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    @AppleEris Conscience pricks the heart, seeking refuge, claiming duty as its goad. Strange that you agree, yet see yourself, at odds to me.

    Can words be as elegant to the eye, as their echo is, within the ear? #thought

    Would I could share every gleaming thought in twitter’s stream ~ saddened I cannot ~ saddened too, that more do not.

    I strive to be… a voice of discord in a resonant world. #iam

    Drag a man to thought, force him to jump in, if he’s a fool… well, he’ll drown therein.

    Found something that scares me more than four more years with Obama… four minutes beneath Romney.

    Ultimate loss brings unbearable pain, slowly transmuting into wonderful memory – therefore pain, is wondrous?

    My thoughts, my words, my fault.

    The best thing about the future – is how it’s filled with moments, which will become memories when they pass.

    Eye candy, for those able to overcome first {mis}-impressions. http://bit.ly/CGm1c #malmaxa

  • Tweets for Posterity 14.

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    There is no loathing so bitter, as that of self. #thought

    My head is a lonely pace, filled with echoing, contradictory voices. #thought

    The only rules I’ll ever break, are those I choose not to obey. #thought

    Fate, pattern found within the threads of the past, then read to reveal the way to the future. #malmaxa

    Define yourself, not by your deeds and your destiny, but by your desires.

    What is this thing called duty – naught save a deceitful word, an enticer of evil, from good souls.

    Duty, the name of the glorious cloak cladding wretched deeds.

    Faroene mumbled quietly, so quietly the words were almost inaudible, “I loved him. Would have loved him… forever.” #malmaxa

    @Jacqueline_Czel …After a few heartbeats, in a voice low and filled with sympathy, Ripkira murmured “Love, yes. But unspeakable.”

    Duty, this foul word precedes incitement to cast aside conscience.

  • Tweets for Posterity 13.

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    And now, as payment for my excess, my head to work’s grindstone I must press.

    Listen the views of those who oppose you, and learn – or listen to your fellows, and fail.

    I am… a liberal conservative ~ I strive to be… ethical ~ I succumb… to temptation, then conscience. #iam

    I am… a valuer of principle over material ~ I seek… understanding, of greed ~ I yearn… for freedom. #iam

    So many beautiful sentiments laid bare ~ contented in our solitude we stare ~ a moment and a click… we share.

    I am… married ~ I desire, grandchildren ~ I want, a better world for all. #Iam

    Recipe for US Election: take a heaping spoon of democracy, mix in apathy, confusion, and a twist of lie. #democracy

    We strike out at the ones we love when we’re in pain, resting assured they’ll love us again.

    Can one appreciate splendor, without exposure to squalor? #thought

    In DNA the combination to a really, really complicated lock? #evolution

  • Tweets for Posterity 12.

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    Creation / Evolution / Belief – take your pick, I’ll tell mine. http://bit.ly/CGpCvE

    A father’s pride, a mother’s joy, a sister and a friend.

    Expose yourself, with your view, show them to the word anew.

    Got… to… regain… control…

    thank you all for re-tweets and favorites! {there ARE other crazies out there, I’m NOT alone}

    Depression: The sinking feeling of knowing “real” work awaits. ~ often accompanied by severe procrastination.

    That “work”, was naught, save sop to feeble conscience – now I’m wracked by guilt.

    Julia, “My favorite word, is macaroni.” Me, “How Cheesy.” Julia, “That’s so lame, it can’t even hobble home”.

    We’re all thieves- stealers of inspiration, sometimes from a person, sometimes from a book, sometimes from the ether, sometimes from a look.

    I care less who you vote for, than that you vote. #democracy http://bit.ly/T2hdrz

  • Tweets for Posterity 11.

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    A soul for sale isn’t worth its price.

    Wife’s watching Henry the 8th. Little has changed – Royalty oppressed their people, gaining adulation in return. Now, it’s Politicians…

    Bribery and corruption might make the world go around, but they bring countries to their knees.

    “for the others, hors d’oeuvres’ – but for you, under the napkin”… eye candy, and then some… http://bit.ly/CGm1c

    The worst thing about Tweets, is how tone of voice doesn’t carry.

    Teachers, the world over, have a chance at immortality in the hearts of the young people they help shape. http://bit.ly/WzTr7e

    Did a mere mark change him from a boy into a man, in a moment? #Malmaxa

    A JuliaGem {or, a daughter tale} @middengem you might like this, #humor http://bit.ly/R4t4D5

    So many thoughts, vying for CBU {Central Brain Unit} time

    As women are drawn to power’s irresistible allure, so too do men seek it. You are Moth… I, am Flame.

  • Tweets for Posterity 10.

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    Temptation comes in many forms, often offering an easier path, which lead to destinations not desired.

    To my friends newfound I bid adieu, morrow calls at this late hour, dawn will bring a morning new.

    “Gene Police… You! OUT OF THE POOL!” – my favorite keychain, ever, long since lost.

    Negative insights lay paths to a positive world.

    Nothing good can come of this election – either Obama or Romney will win.

    A measure of success might be that we are here, death isn’t failure, simply escape from this troubled life.

    Speaking into the wind, while wondering why nobody here, hears.

    Spreading words of discord, one Tweet at a time… Not really, however I hope my contrary thoughts inspire your own.

    History is not an impartial picture, it is drawn and framed by the victors, not the vanquished – it can, and often does, lie.

    @Popplersss That is untrue, you are an empowered person, you have a voice, we have ears – and some of us hear. We speak, therefore we are.