Children of the nervous cycle waiting for Ivan to pause,
we found the black hairs of the thief; attacks on fatigue,
kidneys without the lenses of lepers and hot socks;
her kids have emotional stress that causes the children
of gypsies to start with their thighs down to the feet,
her feet jacked up in the air; black, dark, dark, black,
white, bad, living hell, Asian girls love the dead, look,
drink, river, morning, thin, bishi, ghost, **** and a-ok,
talking backing to the drinking face of the **** alien;
cool, feminine, feminine, feminine, sat, front, peace,
unique, unique, unique, loving, unique, unique,
unique, unique, unique, unique unique, unique,
unique unique foot verse foot foot;              The hot string is the conversion rate of the blaming lenses that it attacks,
and great fame between the legs,
waiting for the light of the socks,            not that the black hair in the same place, but no trace of theft; Maecenas incidentally is not afraid
of the movements of her legs. Waiting for this,
it is not surprising in the cold, and women are very good
in the presence of the world, wither they do not like people
or are alone and within the framework
of the fullness of the individual RAP,                an easy-to-use solution,
the lens to the gypsy's doorway gets into see her coconut covered skin.
Caring for children in *****, Satan will protect all the equipment
in Asia early in the life of the furnace, and then. There are laws
and penalties for the use of Jewish people from beginning to end,
the use of medical standards, etc. Legs to legs from feet to feet,
feet to soles of the feet, stiletto heels;                             Simple Spiders loved Asian-style,                                      he raised up in the morning,
in the morning, in the morning,                                       in the early morning,
slowing down to say that the wedding dress should be burned
and burned to determine the wind. To a more stupid thing,
it could be a yellow song for my room, thanks to the efforts of Ralph Lauren to acquire satellites and timeless time traveling satellites,
the rifle down is wrong. What a life for the YMHA.
The challenge of such a call. The thick fingerprint of an evil witch
in Asia. The builder’s fame is that the dawn of the young teenager
is a mockery in the morning, early in the morning in Bishike,
and my bones were my father's: “I will **** why the high-altitude moment
in ND socks sit in front of a lover, crazy crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, ... bella della; um, colorful Asia ,,,, Look at the actions of that crazy dame, for example, ,,,,,,, etc., and those who sit do bad things.
I walked out of the hands of King of ***** and took care of them to fly a few feet, but ... of her young macho men. And not a single son was born
to young children needing to win sexually who like to drink
and have the true eyes of Jesus Christ and all the new drinks
and women's meditation drinks where I sit and stand.
Love the lake with fire and veil, now take off your skirt, get on your feet,
let me see your legs; feet, legs;            || specializing in feet for people's feet,
Levi's foot, thank God, God knows, say the mouth is easy and easy.
His hot mouth is really in the shower about his javelin throw.
Mixing with the living God who walks in the city is shameful
while in Guam there are cases of head spiders in children's hair;
hair different shades of hair, simple and easier for the monster rap song's
hot stains of an adolescent in artificial light, light that gives gypsy glue gypsy at the mouth of the toes' foot that falls in the final -
A half-year-old ice cream swallowing the lustful lust
of *****'s pregnant woman feels that the Asian woman loves her,
she's taking about the morning, morning, morning, morning,
every morning - Slowly buying satellites,
satellites and holding the rifle;
it is an attempt to sit in front
of eternal life, Laws with ideas that have led to the Jewish, Jewish goddess who is outside to the end of the complete;     | |  
If there is space there, yes, growing signs,
use of drugs, imagine, go, field, point, love, roll, very;
Ralph Lauren songs' blonde socks bridal lighter bridal dresses blazing fire strikes gypsy start fingerprints fighting fats actually fatty stupidity defines
to wind pretty green live knee life,  yeh, it's so bad that walking with the witch,     evil thinking skinny Asian young teen breaking in the morning,
mornings in Bishike, cheating bones, bones of a dad shot dead
a long time ago, moving above socks,      | sitting in front of her lover
sitting watching her, yes,                                he's mad and she's crazy,
                            crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy
crazy crazy crazy,  falling in defeat victoriously dull and fat,
fat fat fat fat & crazy closet monster's **** song
is hot socks Kids with cheek cheek that gives gypsy children
start Jacks feet air air cold, knees, knees, life, good, bad, bad,
***** is color of feral Asian feet, several feet,
foot foot to foot foot to foot, your feet on the legs
and on the feet and the legs, the feet and the soles of the feet,
the heels as he just stared at the spider and to be loved,
and by the Asian style,  and would grow even in the morning,
in the morning, in the morning, in the morning,
the dead I am speaking to you, and slowly,
so that it is from a wedding dress more precisely,
it was the very breath.             Because there are more stupid,  
leg in Guam, cases of head and hair hair hair
or easy easy monster rap song song's flags
of children in light of artificial light holding
gypsy kissing mouth to mouth;         mouth actually falls in the oily
                       ointment of half the living, life that walks in *****,
what the wicked Sodomites thought that Asia was like;
instead of getting up early in the morning,
early in the morning of Satan, the judgment given
is the endless degradation of those who think that believing women
before sweeping laws are passed with corruption
led the Jews to the end of the pagan gods,      and there,
yes, there are sign, drug use, imagination, field,
field, love, roll, very; Ralph Lauren's song
of the blonde's socks of the bride, lighter bridal dresses,
blazing fires strikes gypsies starting fingerprints flight;
fats real fatty stupidity defines the wind pretty green live's knees life.
Yeh, It's pretty bad that she walked the witch, evil thinking,
skinny Asia like a young teen morning morning
morning cheat, bone, bone, father , shooting, death,  
                                      the police taking their time,
locks, socks, sitting in front of our pillars, seated, watching, yes;
funny crazy glow crazy crazy hair crazy crazy crazy crazy crazy,
fall victim gourmet fat fat women empty to monster **** songs
hot socks boyfriend who has boys who have children
who have boys who have boys she has children, I win,
****, a- ok, talking, drinking, eyes, ***, aliens, cool,
feminine   |          meditation, drinking, sitting up front, standing,
love, special unique unique leg leg leg foot.
The glory of conversion rate, making statements
against the tide of the lenses, which he occupies,
the most famous of his feet, and with each other,
in place of the black hair, waiting for the light of the socks,
in the same place, the movement of the leg, and Maecenas,
not only to have no fear of theft.
Satan, in all of Asia, spiritually,
***** and babysitting early in the morning
in the protection of the life of the equipment in the furnace: and.
There are, as far as the punishment,
from the beginning to the end
of the laws of the people,
and for the use of this, the standards of safety to use, etc.,
your feet on the legs and on the feet and the legs, the feet,
the soles of the feet, the heels as he just stared
at the spider and to be loved,   and by the Asian style,
and would grow even in the morning, in the morning,
in the morning, in the morning,
the dead I am speaking to you, and slowly,
so that it is from a wedding dress more precisely,
it was the very breath. Because there are more stupid,
because there can not be a song yellow Ralph Lauren's efforts to eternal thanks to satellites and partner in a carbine wrong.
Osculating quality of life. the task of such a call.
Thick fingerprints on the bad witch in Asia.
Note this, that the former in light is a child,         teen bullying
in the morning, in the morning, in the morning, in the Bishike,
and let the bones of the father try to **** me,
it is the supreme height,                          and the point on socks;
the NP is in the sight of God for the a lover, are mad and crazy,
crazy, crazy, crazy! um, the Asian hatchery color look
to harmful actions will be condemned,                   for example,
and above, as well as those who make it bad.
And the king of ***** hands and take care of them,
to fly a few feet ... foot break off the footsteps
or easy-to-use solutions to increase the lenses
of the gypsy's grip on the door to the door
that falls into the skin-colored coconut of life.
She lives in the evil thoughts of *****
and the pregnant women of Asia,    takes care of everything,
and likewise in the morning of the morning
of the fiery furnace of Satan in the judgment
of those who are called women who judge their lives.
The laws include the punishment that has caused
the Jews of ancient gods that existed from beginning to end,
yet, yes, there are signs of the use of drugs, Imagine that.

“He doesn’t even care to keep the knowledge of her possessions a secret, not the least worried about it being stolen”
“What’s worse, is that everyone knows his treasure exists. It’s common knowledge in town”
“How long will it take to get stolen?”
“It’s a matter of days, if you ask me.

He was, however, smiling in the corner. He coerced the enemy into being his friend.  This is why he doesn’t actually disclose himself to anyone, because she might be misunderstood, like what was unravelling right before his eyes. This time however, the misunderstanding just helped him protect his real treasure, something he thought no one could possess because……………

What if you need to think a certain way to know something; and you can’t think that way without feeling or experiencing something else. If that’s true, so much of this world remains hidden in sight, and we don’t even know its hidden.

You can, to an extent, disguise what arises from material belongings immaterially. That’s what makes the key to your locked doors. The keys to your secrets and trust. Our experiences may dictate the way we feel. Look closer however, and there will always be these cracks on the edges of interpretation, these nuances in feelings, small differences that stem out into larger and larger branches until you have at your disposal- uniqueness.

So, here is a complex network of questions and possible answers deconstructed to portray different perspectives of personality, trust and secrets.

Let’s start with trust. It should ideally start with mutual respect and admiration.   Most things fade away, so in reality you are not trusting the other person, you trust yourself to be hopeful enough to believe trust will not wither through time, which is why it may seem like it’s your fault or centered towards you when you are betrayed of trust.

Even the reasons for choosing why we trust others is vastly different for each person. It goes to show how ephemeral our mind is at the microscopic level., almost like no one can truly know us. The reaction of others and their understanding of you may be an external input. But after that the interpretation is yours. And interpretation is slowly built over cycles of overlapping feelings and subtle thoughts.
Can we use this as a “key” to explore parts of ourselves whilst keeping them invisible to others? Can we recover old feelings or find out what means a lot to us, but we remain ignorant to?

Many things that matter deep inside, tend to have a personal lock, like an unspoken connection, or a bittersweet memory we like to visit. The most interesting part about these is that the key for some of these is unpredictable! Any future incident could somehow serve as an access to it, which is what makes personal locks so magical. No one can possess it because of no one, sometimes not even yourself, knows it's meaning to you. Such a key is truly unique, two people may go through the same thing, but for one person alone, that experience could serve as a key.  Here, an experience from the outside world can awaken memories, thoughts that we inadvertently treasured. It can, in a sense, almost transport us to a different timeline.

The phenomenon of getting goosebumps from listening to a piece of music (called frisson), and experiencing a surge of sensory feeling could be a doorway to some great things and could be a sign of higher levels of creativity. When you re-listen to a song you hadn’t listened to in many years, you can relive the time you originally heard it to startling detail. You may notice newer things about memories, be aware of nuanced feelings. Essentially, it becomes something that’s only yours, because you can’t predict how you yourself will be. The only key for such a secret is a unique reaction to an external input.

When you listen to this song, even ambiguously (not attaching it to any particular person or experience), even then when you later hear it, it will be infused with meaning. Why? Because the environment around you at that time possessed some emotional meaning, even if you didn’t know it. It became like recovering a part of you. Like recovering your own perspective on what’s in front of everybody.

Suppose instead of attaching significance, you simply create scenarios in your mind. You just imagine instances and do this repeatedly. Over time, the song’s original meaning will tarnish away. Such imagination gives temporary satisfaction, and even though one can imagine a variety of different scenes and emotions; imagination itself, feels the same. It does not carry any value by itself. It would seem that listening to a song a couple of times and then years later seems to be the world’s best time machine, but when we overplay it, and tamper it using imagination, neural networks get diluted and may not be serve as a very effective train of reminiscence anymore. *^


Mulling things over in our mind in loops can change almost everything about it- it may change a happy sentence into a sad one, a normal experience into a special one, and now these emotions that have been created by you, are like small filters that complicate further experiences.
Consider that two people go through the same experiences from birth. They may not feel each experience to the same degree. The second point is that subtler feelings are experienced by each of them. One may react more heavily, and the other may have auxiliary feeling in more magnitude than the other. Though these differences may be minimal at the start, these subtle thoughts become triggers, just like the initial experience.
Look at what’s happened. Now the seed of subsequent thoughts and emotion is no longer EXTERNAL. Its internalized. As they grow, though material interactions give rise to initial waves of thoughts, our lives are culminated by infinite intertwined feelings and emotions- so for each material interaction, a hundred immaterial ones are processed subconsciously. A symphony can’t be broken down to violins, piano, and drums separately. The feeling that arises when they are played in unison is simply “different” though its just a conglomeration of its parts. This is similar to our mind, and the concept of “The whole is greater than its parts”. What’s more is that the thoughts occurs in different order, and a different order creates a different story.
The concept of “personality” is viewed as abstract sometimes”.  Like character is something that describes the mind, rather than the experience. But this is contradictory, as “Personality” is immaterial, while the experience, the derivative, is material. So, there is a possibility that during this invisible conversion process, our internal reactions and what we make of things in our mind may gradually shape our personality more than the experience itself.


In a strange way, that makes us original. Perhaps not completely original, but it’s possible that no two people are the same, even if they have gone through the same things.
But since the development of originality is subconscious, let us look at conscious examples to put it into application:

Often, there is a part of a song that appeals to us, a favorite part.  When we ask ourselves why that particular melody appeals to us, it may be hard to pinpoint the source of what produced your liking in that part.  Sure, it may mean something like “freedom” or “joy” of remind you of a memory. But why does it mean a specific emotion to you? This is an example of how something that has no direct connection with a memory could possibly trigger a feeling. This is a magical occurrence. It’s extraordinary that a melody can awaken in you a unique emotion, that others may not react to in the same way. It goes to portray how subtly different our minds are. Furthermore, when we create things out of that feeling we derive from the music- make a story based on the feeling, write a new song, or even play it on an instrument- now you have made something that is unique from the depths of your mind. Your own subconscious interpretation.  
Frequency of frisson was positively correlated with overall Openness to Experience, as well as five of its six sub facets: Fantasy, Aesthetics, Feelings, Ideas, and Values. *This may also mean that extensive feeling, or sensing is related to creativity.

Sensory influx, the visual imagery, nostalgia, all point towards creativity, and many renown creative geniuses draw on their sensitivity to fuel creative processes.

Highly sensitive people tend to be more creative, as the depth of feeling offers scope for exploration. The interpretation and emotion felt greatly corresponds to the creation of ideas, and is similar to how interpretation even creates association between senses, or synesthesia.
Infact, drawing on nostalgia can increase imaginative processes

You might have heard of the term “synesthesia”, where sensory experiences get interconnected. A person with grapheme synesthesia, for example, associates letters and numbers with colors. A person with musical synesthesia sees colors effuse out of musical notes. Some synesthetes taste words, smell numbers, etc. It is also a fact* that Synesthetes don’t necessarily share the same sensory experience-though there are commonalities ( ex: most synesthetes associate either black or white with zero), the difference in perception is linked to the environment of growth, childhood*, and if its occurrence is natural, then synesthesia is developed in childhood or at birth.

A Symptom of synesthesia is also reading sentences that seem personified, as though a stranger with different personalities are narrating them. It is interesting to relate this to how there might be different personas in our own head, and sometimes constantly make commentary on our life! It’s like seeing yourself through different perspectives, except these perspectives have defined forms, which makes it easier to assign little quirks to them. If this helps us sense and perceive the world better, and makes us see through multi-colored glasses, it can be very creatively satisfying to have internal conversations, in a positive and uplifting way. We can be a stranger to our own experience, and wouldn’t a change of view be enlightening?

Synesthesia also, may be linked to creativity and metaphors, * and is in a way a example of consciously coming up with original sensory interconnections, a creative process that becomes part of character.  It's connecting something unrelated and different, and an original combination of connection.

So the rearrangement of feelings, and extent to which people sense and feel can contribute to original creations. It is no surprise that many artists and musicians have synesthesia.

Such experiences, with music, nostalgia and conditions like synesthesia are examples of a how we interpret and sense can consciously contribute to originality.


The bottom line is that synesthesia obtains its roots from childhood, but morphs into something complex enough to blur lines of emotion. The proportion of how things are mixed is unique. That proportion is the starting line for all character, and the proportion can be random and unique.
Thoughts feel so diverse and interwoven, that experiencing different facets of it itself can seem synesthetic. Seeing a neon sky, for instance, may not just bring happiness or excitement, but very specific sentience, and a connection to memory, even if it has never been a part of your life at any point of time. The neon sky could mean regret and eccentricity, and flashes of senses may correspond to it. You may feel the aesthetic of a place to strange degrees, and sometimes a simple scenery can seem “wrong” or “sinister”.


  “Why does the neon sky seem eccentric?” “why are roses connected to a past memory that had nothing to do with roses?”

These questions have some intangible meaning behind them. So, it’s not just that people perceive things differently, it’s that their reality itself, a culmination of perceptions is unique, and so are thoughts. And don’t thoughts and ideals shape character in some way? Don't these interpretations become a part of you? A filter for how you perceive the world?


Some song forms a golden thread link with some intense feeling which is connected to a memory you never knew you possessed (this memory may be fictional even) which is linked to a whole little city in your world.  Everything means differently. And as we think and think, these meanings become fine-tuned, and create emotions, thoughts and perspectives that shape our individuality. The essence is that your character may have obtained its roots from the world, but your proceedings, both on the inside and outside, are truly yours. And gradually, proceedings reflect character. More than the roots. It’s a many layered mind that could seem impossible to strip down.

Memories can be similar, but the sequence of memories and thoughts, will likely not be the same.


Here we gently skim the daunting surface of the philosophical idea of “Fictional realism”. A main idea here is to try and question what the definition of something has to be to be considered real. We say “It was a dream, not reality” But did it not feel real? When we read a book, or a movie, and voraciously delve into fictional landscapes, does it not truly feel like we are integrated into it, or rather, it is integrated into us? In that case, since we are real and it is now a part of us, can it be real too? Or can it be real, simply because it exists in our minds? Love and loathing also exist in our minds, but we regard them as a real thing, pulsating with its repercussions. Do we regard something as real only if it has a scope for action? Or if it’s something we can touch or see? In that case, the world will be limited, and there would be a loss of explanation for what gives rise to those actions. It would be like saying “imagination seeds reality”.

Memories and thoughts can be similar, but the sequences of them, even if  slightly  different can grow to be hugely dissimilar. If we can consciously create things when exposed to sensory information, why can't we consider the possibility of subconscious creation of individual character?