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Reject it or accept it, that’s your primitive prerogative, in all things there are options, choice is imminent, to be objective or subjective, that is the all Time question, if is doesn’t matter then what’s is, if you don’t see the connection then who does, ask common sense sitting next to you, since you’re Present raise your hand you’re in attendance, Life’s got lessons to teach you then it’s testing, there’s no recess, class is always in session, the fabric of your cognitive dissonance is unraveling, these words are threading your brain, check your seams, where’s the point, well, it’s not always as it seems, read it again, are you guessing, what do you really know for certain, close your eyes and focus on your preparations, put down something, anything’s better than nothing, leaving it blank says just as much to the Cosmic Teacher if you’re asking, decisions decisions, before you get up out your desk, write your name on your test, congratulations, all things comes to an end, and then cycles again, NEXT. Selah
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I’m Pharaoh Pip, I'm a syndicated blogger for Witish. I’ve been writing pretty much all of my Life, everywhere that I've gone, all that I’ve seen, things that I’ve heard, things that I've experienced, felt and thought of--all goes in to my writing process. I’m constantly writing and jotting down ideas & concepts in my head, a lot of that data is stored for long periods of time before they ever turn into rhythmic words in a sentence. Therefore the process of writing is always therapeutic for me; to get those things off of my chest into existence is like sharing my WiFi connection with you, that’s why my writings are somewhat all over the place subject matter wise. I don’t consider myself the quote end quote this type of writer, that only writes this type of way, I just like to write from the heart. What ever God puts on my Spirit the heaviest, I write about. Selah