The words were somewhere in my fingertips.
You might say I beat the story out when I compose at the keyboard.
Pushing them into electrons where they transform into photons from my monitor.
Everything coming full circle as I see what I create as I…
The information dragged on and on as far as the mind’s eye could see
Her imagination trying to scoop it up and deposit it into memory
Research she knew she would use later
Examining lines of thought and spinning them together
As she wrote down her ideas
Determined to weave her story
Soundlessly floating among clouds of thought
Leaping from one random thing to the next, but trying to create a narrative
Eventually to his sleep-addled brain, it all made sense
Everything a flow of deranged circumstances distilled into a crazy story
Pushing slumber back into consciousness, the construct fades, but the emotional memory remains
Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
When the hands swept past noon
All eyes were drawn to the two men standing in the street
Today only one of them would walk away
Capping a monumental story of conflict between two protagonists
High above, the bells chimed out, punctuated by two percussive blasts, and then dead silence
Every story needs a hero and a villain
Perhaps they are even the same character
It then becomes all about the hero’s journey
Care to take on the role? It will be…
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So what would you say if I told you that magic really does exist
That it surrounds you, but you don’t even notice it
Or that you probably have magic in your house right now
Really. Lean in close and let me tell you a secret
You only need to open a book and let it cast its spell on you
Someone once said that even the villain is the hero of their own story. Yeah, that’s a bunch of…
Sorry. I’m not usually that crass. I prefer to be in control. Total control. That’s why I am leaving this recording. I don’t want myopic historians researching me to think I was lucky or a bumbling opportunist. This will be the witness to my greatness, especially since no one else is capable of fully comprehending what I am about to do without me helping by giving you this simplified commentary. Sit back and marvel at the mind of an unmitigated genius.
Creating pictures to represent data
Has a power unto its own
And we react to that image in about a half a second
Reaching conclusions without really knowing the story behind it
That is why even though a picture is a thousand words, they could all be lies
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Abdi Mohammed
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