Life is made of individual moments, like "frames" it is a continuous out put of individual memories and some very dramatic incidents... that Bury deep in your ahem, Brain/Soul/Spirit... you have unseen memories that only Hypnosis could release...
A moment captured in your mind is more precious than any material Photograph... it is the verifiable internal Moment that still lives on within you... until it is ripped from your neck by a feral 2 legged rat...
But they cannot steal your Memories, however much they DE-Humanise you... we are like solid ball bearings rolling down a "Pin-Ball" machine... "ding-ding" into a chaos of quick ball movement that you cannot follow...
Even if you fall way behind the "high-Scores" you are still a Player... who played till you lost... You tried Hard but bad hard Luck...
( I wrote this weeks ago, and didn't know why) Now later it seems to Gel with the loss of Charlie... He has become a defining factor and line of good and bad... as displayed by so many malicious people who only want to do harm and Incite Hatred...
Damn you Bastards... Who is With me !!
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