Partindo da premissa de que Gilmar já nasceu e ainda não morreu, ocasionalmente fazem festas no seu aniversário. Ele faz parte de um grupo de amigos que gostavam de dizer que iam ficando cada vez mais descabelados e apodrecidos conforme passavam esses anos que ninguém mais sabe porque passam ou como passam, que foram os dias de ontem, são os anos atuais e também serão os de amanhã.
all it takes to lit up my mind is a single word and its meaning.
Suddenly connections between neurons start to burst and every kind of thought comes to the very surface of consciousness. Including this one about the sparks that incendiate our psyche.
Chuck Groenink
Netherlands
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Follow: Weirdlines
___ My tumblr friend David Michael Chandler of The Daily Doodles is posting (almost) everyday a doodle with a very cool, funny and often melancholic story (or sometimes a poem) attached to it. I love reading his stuff, so I thought I would remake one of his doodles and transfer it into my style. (With his permission of course.) I chose:
“Defragmenting the Brain”Horrible memories next to good means the two often commingle.
You wish to remember a nice moment, but get that uneasy tingle.
Pleasant nostalgia ruined by things with wished you could erase.
Forgetting is usually impossible, but brains have a lot of open space.Simply defragment your brain, store the dark memories to the side,
In the empty unused portions of the mind, you put them to hide.
There they can’t bug you, or infest what you wish to recall,
No more pausing on past regrets, slowing your brain to a crawl.You’ll live happier not remembering anything that made you sad.
Filled with confidence knowing that you never did anything bad.
While over time that data may leak out, and flashes break through,
Just defragment your brain again, and you’ll never have to be you.
Dreamtellers by Gabriella Eriksson
contents under pressure…
