C.G.Ayling

Category: Random Musings

Random thoughts, from a random mind – mine. I’m fairly confident my viewpoint differs from that of the majority.

  • Tweets for Posterity 123.

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    I remain private, so I can be more honest here, than I could be, if you knew me. #thought

    The picture, of a perfect pout.

    And now, after this outrageous burst of insane Tweet addiction rearing its head, I’m calling it a night. Sweet dreams, to all. #goodnight

    Logged in this morning to discover that my account had been suspended for “Multiple unsolicited @ messages.” Guess #FF is not a good idea…

    Repaying Karma, has a cost. Or so Twitter thinks. #sad I’m disappointed in @Twitter – very disappointed.

    Acts, might be worse than words. #thought

    If acts are worse than words, are deeds better than desires? #thought

    Karma’s Cost. https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/2013/01/karmas-cost/ … {@Twitter}

    Mithial’s shadow, elongated by the barely risen sun, wavered on the hillside to the west. It disappeared, as deception’s cloak covered him.

    Marriage, is give and take. You give a lot of love, and take a lot of … trouble. {This holds true, for both of you.} #thought

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    Karma: a force you initiate, yet cannot control or invoke on another. #thought

    Yet another day that I’ll be away – will be doing a comprehensive #FF – along with replies sometime tonight…

    A terrible thing about Twitter, is Tweets are terrible things, their emotions are made out of symbols, their wisdom may lend your mind wings

    And now I’ll tend my three day growth of negative #Karma – besides responding to responders, is fun!

    Would you rather wield eloquent words, or the untouched truth? #thought

    Flattery: a little goes a long way… a lot, does not.

    “Freedom, is the only thing, means a damn to me” –CCR right after… food, shelter, dignity, self-determination, and others…

    Dreams, come with sleep ~ reality, when we awaken ~ realize your dreams, with action ~ a step, on life’s path, you’ve taken. #thought

    Seeds of doubt, sewn with a liberal hand.

    I, can resist anything! {except temptation}. #iam

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    What are we, save the result of chance interactions? Next time you choose not to interact, take a chance… #thought

    Sadness come, to all with heart ~ only the soulless never feel its touch, or true loves kiss.

    A parent’s power, grant your child free thought, or shackle them with dogma. #thought {would you use it, or abuse it?}

    All I can offer, are my truths, based on my perceptions, yours may differ – diversity, is good. #thought

    I try to see the other side – you, are not the other side, so I look alongside and see you. #thought

    Is a closed mind, sign of a Soul shuttered from the light? #thought

    Love: something that is as difficult, as it is easy.

    #goodnight If anyone knows why @numinousword has been suspended, please tell me – a Note-Able lost, is not easily replaced.

    Another day for me, to spend away… another deadline, pushed to another day…

    Love, strive for it, wherever it unveils ~ grasp it with two tender hands, not controlling fists.

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    Unfortunately that doesn’t hold for writing… 🙁

    This would be a fitting death, assuring his name, and his mark, were recalled forever – with honor.

    If you’re going to fake it, be consistent, and fool yourself before you attempt to convince another. #thought

    I am uneasy, Mithial. Things are not as they should be, take special care. #malmaxa

    The problem with a lie, is that one breeds many, and each is a problem. #thought

    My tweets are much more mellow, than me ~ they are, as I strive to be. #iam

    A day of work begins to wind down, granting my my first glance at Twitter. #hello

    I feel bad, like I’m neglecting many worthy friends, {too much work, and not enough tweet, makes Charles a glum boy – a fountain of youth?}

    {JuliaGem} A joke, from my 13 year old, “Biology, the science where division and multiplication, are the same.” #thought

    Deadlines: neat opportunities to fail, embraced, and passed.

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    Insanity ~ an anguished cry, uttered ~ a heart’s lament, revealed ~ grief in words, released ~ these, are truth ~ silence, is insanity

    When you speak, look me in the eye, lest I think… you lie. #thought #goodnight

    Morning folks, an interactive pass through interactions, followed by hours of silence will be my due, today, and tomorrow, again.

    The beauty of today’s sad stories, is how time mellows them into treasured memories. #thought

    Of all your blessings, count wit foremost. #thought

    Of all your curses, count them as naught save hurdles, on your journey to enlightenment. #thought

    Are our dreams less real, than our realities? Not to our hearts. #thought

    Forgive my partial attention, I fear I won't make my current deadline https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/t/ some of my favorite tweets might appease, or not.

    A burst of inspiration, from my friends, related and enjoyed ~ once more into subdued silence, I dive, to dwell. #thought

    Attempt a task you hate with zeal, while true incompetence you reveal… {great way to escape doing it, someone always offers help :)}

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    Heard on the radio “More, or less water-boarding” – shameful, to casually discuss torture in terms of acceptance. #thought

    So many to thank, many new minds to meet, so many wonderful new friends, to greet.

    Too many dead lines ~ the lines at which projects die ~ creativity, within an ordered box ~ does not dwell.

    I’m not doing an #FF today… time presses, and pressure too, too much risk, I’ll not mention… you.

    I am a repository, of superfluousity #iam {aka, a font of worthless knowledge}

    I count this day, which for Twitter is now done, a success – two new, have I found, and to my secret list of notes, joined.

    More days of twitterverse neglect to come, the line in the sand draws near, inspiration’s enemy, a foul… dead… line. #later

    time’s end strikes, when we part ~ a small piece breaks, from my heart ~ another eternity, till our next start #RVDC

    What are we, but our treatment of others, and thus their perception of us. #thought @Baqi_BaNK your son, is right, in ways beyond his years.

    The only realm in which we’re truly free, is that of our own imagination. #thought

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    Those who claim they never lie, are the biggest liars of all. #thought

    Castigate those who cheat, but consider their crime in its context.

    Cheating! at a game? For shame. {move along, there’s nothing here we want our kids to see, so why is this headline news, again}

    Words, little things we cast, with which to catch a smile, or scowl, or worse… indifference. #thought

    Words cast into the air, a bridge do form, tween here, and there.

    Why ask, what do I want, and then block me, so I cannot tell? The answer is simple – I don’t want to be the first to cast a stone.

    and since you have revealed yourself to be what you called me, I will block you back.

    In fact, I won’t cast a stone at all – except at those that do. Shove that in your pipe, and stoke it. #thought

    43 hours in 3 days, 1407 miles driven, with a coming reward of two normal days, of work. The silver lining, is that I am home, at last.

    If tear were blood, would we cry ~ though they’re salt, and seep ~ our essence within them, does leak.

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    …each wore a brave face and lied, telling the other, “all will be well”.

    I will not have blame for a fateful deed laid at an innocent’s door.

    No blossom of agony caressing his wrist.

    The way it rolled off her tongue proved even more joyous than its echo within her thought. #malmaxa

    I don’t wear his symbol, save within the confines of my heart. #malmaxa

    The shell of my soul lay, heart-stilled before me, not breathing.

    A small, grim smile, incongruent on her tiny face.

    Good evening, at a hotel with an itsy bitsy teeny weeny – and I do mean weeny – internet. Will try and respond to tweets.

    Unlike hope, to which we must cling – Joy is best, when shared. #thought

    Show me someone who has never told a lie, and I’ll look on them in pity – for they never learned to talk. #thought

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    Inspiration invariably brings me satisfaction, if not joy – a surging spike of delight, followed by a mental glow. #thought

    Inspiration: source, of mental highs.

    And it’s back to work, for me. Once again, I’m here, in absentia. #later

    Outstretched fingers searched for his heart’s pulse. Hoping, beyond hope.

    You cannot compel love, you can only give it, in hope it is accepted, and returned. #thought

    Recalling Tian’s words, “as though he were my own”, jealousy’s taint touched Faroene’s heart.

    She must prepare her story thoroughly, fabricate apparently truthful responses to a myriad likely questions.

    Mired in war for nineteen cycles, and what had she gained, that she had not lost?

    Be true, and truthful, for the smallest lie complicates the simplest life. #thought

    Time, is not an endless stream, in your interactions with others, especially the elderly, consider that. #thought

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    Wash away passion, and become, a translucent soul, knowing it is lost, not knowing what it seeks. #thought

    The stars we see, are the stars he sees. He resides in our hearts, till his safe return.

    Time’s passage did not slow for their inconsequential troubles.

    Fifty… infinite paces.

    With a twitch of his head, he jarred his wandering mind – forced his impudent eye, back!

    Anxiety oozing, seeping, trickling, pouring, flooding back, he discovered he could make out no other detail, could see not face, nor feet.

    Silenced forever, fear’s nag.

    Awoke long before the dawn, as is usual, yet instead of lying abed in contemplation, as is my wont, I arose, to continue editing.

    My favorite middle daughter’s cat is demanding attention. She meeps, and purr’s seldom. A few strokes, brings her joy, time well spent.

    Religion and Philosophy, might these two not be, the true Chicken and the Egg? #thought