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We all pre-position ourselves; the question is before what object?

Hop on small prepositions; travel great time and space.

“In” has clout; “out” has the doubt.

Model yourself after prepositions — refuse to go it alone.

As the simplest preposition puzzles the foreigner, so the simplest moral choice puzzles the politician.

Head the phrase, rule the phase.

“Of” rules the self, “from” rules the crowd , “in” rules the universe.

“In” or “out” is rout or pout.

We speed andlang the lingo-path of yesterday.

Spatio-a-temporal is verbio-la-visceral.

The preposition which once was low is known now to control the show.

The French once gave us new prepositions; to thank them we gave them McDonalds.

We each best play the part of speech we are.



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To click is a slick trick; it may not stick.

Assay your friends; strip mine your enemies.

Infatuation concocts a dopy distillate which vaporizes on contact with difficulty.

Chemistry is all teasing, timing and traiting.

To achieve equilibrium, invite a conflict.

Gentleness is a diluent; it waters down anger.

Hatred is distilled from selfishness; love is leached in sacrifice’s field.

Harshness quickly reaches a saturation point; graciousness is infinitely soluble.

Every mind has a valence, but every bond is a choice.

Beaker lust; distill trust.



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Those who close their eyes are prey to those who don’t.

A smart phone is a tether; it can become a noose.

A reputation is fragile; it can be harmed in a flash.

To protect we surveil, yet by protection, we assail.

When a society turns on its whistle blowers, the ensuing silence is a whistle.

Surveilling is neither good nor bad but intention makes it so.

Bug a mug; spy a lie.

Too wary is scary; so is blissfully bleary.

Drones are watching from above, but they aren’t watching out of love.

Surveillance has a defect; it violates privacy to protect.

Surveillance is a mission, until it becomes voyeurism.

Our inalienable rights include life, encryption and the pursuit of privacy.

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Self care begins with self-aware.

To recover do nothing — then everything.

To care for your self, love anyone.

For unconditional love, try a brine shrimp.

Steadfastly maintain a paralyzing self-pity; otherwise you might fall into to thinking you must do something for things to improve.

Your psyche is a green sprout; your own advice is spring rain.

The empty soul finds a salve, ignoring what it doesn’t have.

Self-discoveries, self-discoveries line the slopes of our recoveries.

Thank your enemies; they teach you to take care of yourself.

Plug your drain with your brain.

It is our great foolishness to try to change the world and leave ourselves the same.

When the world gives you the cold shoulder drape yourself with the warmth of your own affection.



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One certainty lies ahead — change.

Change is the great exchange, familiar past for future strange.

The mind packs a range for change, beyond that lies adamantine.

Urgency accelerates; excitement floors it.

Change is strange until our thoughts are rearranged.

Keep your change in a jar; but the transformation you gain upon impact, spend that.

Put change in pockets; permanencies display in plain sight.

Change-agents must have patience.

Interpretation is the blunt edge of resistance to the cutting edge of change.

To change is sane; stuck is mental muck.

Move often, toward freedom.



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To make the best technology, a borrower and a lender be.

Fan the fire forging the finest edge.

Invent the cutting-edge; waiting wallet wedge.

High-tech’s cutting edge is followed by a trailing lawsuit.

A cutting-edge may be dulled by an adamantine tradition.

A cutting-edge, a split-up world.

The cutting-edge is a wedge; the rich run pitch, the poor crave more.

The latest is not the greatest — tomorrow.

Change is a cutting edge; wear eye protection.

The edge that thrills also kills.

The cutting-edge that takes a stash soon ends up in the trash.



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Our passwords are fig leaves; they cover our modern modesties.

A date is a hack; a marriage is an identity theft.

We arrange our smiles, pad our profiles.

Let alone takes the power of a throne.

The privilege of privacy savors one society.

Everyone is a privacy we judge by what we do not know.

A face is a moat: a resume is a castle wall.

Protect your soul; hack your mind.

Hone the edge of your alone; zone your own precious unknown.

Convenience does business using the currency of privacy.

The difference between privacy and duplicity is intention.

What does society gain if it privatizes the whole world and loses its collective soul?

Notoriety sells its privacy to buy its own celebrity.

Our deepest privacies are filed under our deepest dishonesties.



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The mind is a madhouse; it can be quieted by a TV.

A great mind has a will; a weak mind has a wish.

There is no shame in a mind that wears out, only in one that wears in.

A good marriage is of two minds and one heart.

There are no empty minds to fill, only full minds to unpack, sort and restock.

The mind is malleable, the soul assailable.

Eat your peas, mind your cues; swallow your retorts, obey your “I do’s.”

A foolish mind retains the inconsistency of a small hobgoblin.

Grief teaches the mind to let go, joy to hang on.

The mind’s “I” guides the mind’s “Why?”

We cut the fabric of the mind along the bias that we find.

The average mind speaks of “was,” the good mind of “will be,” the great mind of “is.”



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To be patient is to love yourself.

Humility is the mother of patience; reason is her father.

Patience has a measured cadence.

What wonder ever was but by a wait.

Cruelty is the bully child of frustration, but compassion begets patience.

Too much patience is a sin.

Face every injustice with impatience.

Bear the exigencies of crisis with patience; needless suffering, meet it with extreme irritabilty.

Impatience is the virtue of visionaries.

Passion waits well when it knows it will win.

Patience is medicine; hurry assassinates us.



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Invest in stories; dump theories.

The all-mighty clam siphons vision’s shazam.

The love of good is the tree top of all money.

Money is social — collaborative, collective and hyper-betrothal.

Your next investment is your next donation.

Traffic in stocks; pillage Fort Knox.

Money is magic, poverty tragic, hatred of humans abyssopelagic.

Money has influence — so does influenza.

Money and morality remember mortality.

A stellar portfolio, no generosity, a mediocre life.

Money can’t buy you love, but it can lease you a lovely arrogance.

The rich save; the poor slave; all crave.



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Life refines even the least inclined.

The iron inclined are least refined.

Difficulty refines — unless it wrecks.

The divinest irony runs the soul’s refinery.

Bookish wit is gold refined, but household wit is dross sublime.

A home is a refinery — unless it’s a whinery.

Anxiety’s society disrefines us quietly.

What one refines a dozen more declines.

Fool, recline; wise, refine.

Only love affinates ambition.



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If people weren’t so bored then bad news wouldn’t be so popular.

It takes fate, or it takes hate, to make the evening news of late.

The best life is found in being so busy making news that you don’t have time to read it.

The scoop’s a dupe, the piece a fleece and yet the truth is told.

Good anchors report with bedrock integrity, the worst drag the mucky bottom for celebrity.

Soldiers lead reporters to battle — rattle, prattle, chattel, cattle.

News is what we are told; interpretation is what we tell ourselves.

News reporters respect not tombs; they lug all guts into all living rooms.

The world is 186,000 events per second; a reporter is a butterfly net.

As the divorcee packs a rant so the reporter packs a slant.

What’s trending; it’s bending.

News is expensive, but the truth will cost you your life.

No news isn’t good news; it’s terrifying!



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The best show biz of life is “is!”

“Is” is fast when life’s a blast.

Time rips; “is” slips.

“Is” is fizz.

We live in is and die of was.

Was is!

Was is — until we decide it isn’t.

Determine “will be;” annihilate “is.”

“Was” and “will-be” are mostly scree, but “am” and “is” are more trusty.

We scheme, parade and dominate, to earn the world’s salute, but “was” and “is” and “will be so” will one day make us moot.



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We stop to start to hope to see.

The telescope gave our eyes hope; the microscope made them well.

Wise eyes will not despise weak cries.

Eyes sniff; ears taste; skin gazes and still the heart is empty.

Our deepest “Why’s?” slip out the back doors of our aging eyes.

Eyes have lied, lips have ripped, the tongue has stung, and yet the heart still has its hopes.

To go totally blind, open your eyes; to heal, close them.

Seeing is believing; not seeing is believing squared.

The eyes blink; the heart grows steady.

The truth begins within the eyes least damaged by the din.



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With every kill, six eyes grow still.

When every person is a bomb, then we know the world’s undone.

Terrorism is ideologically primeval, our righteousness — their evil.

To radicalize someone, marginalized them — make that permanent.

If you want someone to destroy you, despise them.

The blood of the innocent is the demise of the guilty.

Two things kill — shrill and too still.

To terrorize is our demise, but to understand each other, that will save our lives.

Shrill still precedes the will to kill.

By their own righteous indignation the righteous are destroyed.

Three things make religion deadly, four make it fatal — extreme love, extreme hatred, angry leaders and a righteous cause.



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Courage holds a launch; fear holds its paunch.

Love is blast off, marriage striking the target, children detonation.

Doing nothing is a sink hole; taking action is a launching pad.

By the same means the astronaut ascends so also all great things come into being.

Powerful rockets require deep pockets.

We fear armed missiles; we should fear armed minds.

To the irresponsible the church is a hospital; to the faithful it’s a launching pad.

The overly staunch will delay the launch.

Low self-esteem is a missile launch code; jealousy is a launch key.

Skip brunches; attend launches.



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The passion to be famous has inspired many people to become amazingly adequate.

Dying is eventually a healthy choice.

Originality is overrated; good copying counts too.

Every large organization has the same waste disposal problem: where to dump the bodies.

Aging was designed to prevent the popularization of nudity.

If you give me a judge, I owe you a ship.

Facelifts, breast implants and wigs don’t ward off death; they just make the corpses weirder.

To buy a BMW, frequent the dentist.

If you are pursued by a dinosaur, change organizations.

Fame is exhausting; obscurity is completely so.

The differences between men and women are mostly similar.

Whenever someone starts loving me to death, I begin to long to be alone.

Clothes make the man; impoverished children and women make the clothes.

Eat, drink and be wary for tomorrow you may live.

Be a nonconformist — let other people tell you what to do.

If you can’t afford the zoo, watch congress on TV.

Wit is ephemeral; fortunately so is dullness.

A warranty is our assurance that our purchases were designed to break.

To accept an invitation to a wedding is serious business; it is to agree to shorten your life by one day.

It is an amazing coincidence: Believers in divine predestination are the very same people as those chosen for eternal salvation.

What you must do to win an election generally disqualifies you from being elected.

Maturity is when your weight is at its maximum and you know the paremiological minimum.

God made dice, then he made men and women.

Sarcasm is making clear what we don’t believe to people who don’t believe us.

A child without a TV is like a horse without a tennis racket.

Luck invented awards; effort made them seem legitimate.

Most of us know we have a soul, we just can’t remember where we left it.

Mark Twain would be pleasantly surprised; naked people have increased in influence.

Sex sells, but not like junk.

Those who say there are no misakes have never been on the wrong end of one.

When everyone but you is nuts, you can be sure it’s you that’s putz.



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The future is uncertain; your next move isn’t.

Next exists in now.

When you’re perplexed pursue what’s next.

Don’t wait for what’s next: figure it out, run it down and eat it.

For wisest, wisely wise respect, love is the thing that’s ever next.

Inertia’s hex is stopped by next.

One thousand nexts lie in the smallest step.

Next leads to rest then to the best.

The next great accomplishment begins with the next hard question.

The world’s next brilliant, helpful find exist within the collaborative mind.

Love your next as yourself.



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Every belief system that removes responsibility condones its opposite.

God can do what he wants; that doesn’t mean he does.

Love predestines love; hate sets up total disaster.

It is an amazing coincidence: Believers in divine predestination are the very same people as those chosen for eternal salvation.

Believing in Mars doesn’t make you Martian; believing in predestination doesn’t make you one of the elect.

We were predestined; it was to have a choice.

We philosophize about the good to flatter ourselves; we systematize evil to blame others.

Life isn’t a setup; its a set we make up.

Choices were predestined to matter.

Who else but mankind can turn a loving invitation to everyone into an exclusive club for the few.

A good parent gives all his or her children opportunity; so does a good God.



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Where makes us who we are.

Places produce personalities.

We are looking for safe places; we find them in risky places.

Bombs fall; places are ruined; people remain.

Places are handles; by them we carry reality with us.

Disrupt your space; change your face.

We are defined by the spaces we make — and the ones we ruin.

Nature is best left the way we found it.

We eat from places we abhor; we eat in places we adore.

High is where we fall, low a place from which we crawl.

The unsafe space we create for ourselves is an adventure; the unsafe space we create for others is a horror.

God gave us nature to help us recover from the place we would turn it into.


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