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    Eastern Veil Nebula - 1,470 light years from Earth
    #Eastern_Veil_Nebula #nebula #Space #Deep_Space #Space_Exploration #alien #alien_earth Eastern Veil Nebula - 1,470 light years from Earth
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  • The Pulse That Outlives Me

    Since I was small,
    my hands have itched
    for the weight of something new,
    the warm breath of an idea
    still wet from birth.

    While others chased nights
    strung with music and lights,
    I chased the hum beneath my ribs—
    that low, holy vibration
    that says: Make. Make. Make.

    I am not afraid of death—
    only of silence,
    of the stillness that comes
    when the last word dries,
    when the last color fades
    from my palette.

    Some people fear missing the party.
    I fear missing the next
    perfect shiver of creation,
    the one that seizes my spine
    like lightning,
    the one that says:
    Here. This is yours. Make it real
    before it slips away forever.

    Even as a child,
    I knew my bones would be dust one day.
    But a poem—
    a song,
    a shadow on film,
    a brushstroke on canvas—
    that could outlive me.
    That could keep my voice
    whispering in the ears of strangers
    long after my name is forgotten.

    So I make.
    I bleed ink.
    I sweat pigment.
    I dream in shapes and sounds.
    Every piece is a fragment
    of the monument I am building
    to outlast my pulse.

    And when I am gone,
    let them find my works
    scattered like constellations—
    each one a flare I sent into the dark,
    each one still burning,
    still warm,
    still breathing my name.


    https://www.blogger.com/u/7/blog/post/edit/7919007891465025240/49843031849199149
    The Pulse That Outlives Me Since I was small, my hands have itched for the weight of something new, the warm breath of an idea still wet from birth. While others chased nights strung with music and lights, I chased the hum beneath my ribs— that low, holy vibration that says: Make. Make. Make. I am not afraid of death— only of silence, of the stillness that comes when the last word dries, when the last color fades from my palette. Some people fear missing the party. I fear missing the next perfect shiver of creation, the one that seizes my spine like lightning, the one that says: Here. This is yours. Make it real before it slips away forever. Even as a child, I knew my bones would be dust one day. But a poem— a song, a shadow on film, a brushstroke on canvas— that could outlive me. That could keep my voice whispering in the ears of strangers long after my name is forgotten. So I make. I bleed ink. I sweat pigment. I dream in shapes and sounds. Every piece is a fragment of the monument I am building to outlast my pulse. And when I am gone, let them find my works scattered like constellations— each one a flare I sent into the dark, each one still burning, still warm, still breathing my name. https://www.blogger.com/u/7/blog/post/edit/7919007891465025240/49843031849199149
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  • I just caught a UFO on camera, now and then a bright light hangs in the sky. Its the brightest thing in the sky. Twice before when I have looked away or to get a camera and they just disappear. They don't wizz away, you just don't them leave. This time it has changed; I was able to look at it, look away and get a camera and take a picture and video When I went away to get my food out of the Air Frier it had gone.
    I just caught a UFO on camera, now and then a bright light hangs in the sky. Its the brightest thing in the sky. Twice before when I have looked away or to get a camera and they just disappear. They don't wizz away, you just don't them leave. This time it has changed; I was able to look at it, look away and get a camera and take a picture and video When I went away to get my food out of the Air Frier it had gone.
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  • My ancestors had plenty of rhythm for white people and were light on their feet. True story, my Uncle Jebediah actually died dancing...at the end of a rope!
    My ancestors had plenty of rhythm for white people and were light on their feet. True story, my Uncle Jebediah actually died dancing...at the end of a rope!
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  • The key to life is gaslighting yourself.
    The key to life is gaslighting yourself.
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  • truly groundbreaking news the cia just realized that they were usign black hilighters
    truly groundbreaking news the cia just realized that they were usign black hilighters
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  • Embrace the Storm
    I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ

    Embrace the Storm
    by XZanthia
    He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits.
    He never asked me to dim.
    He just stood still
    while the sky cracked open
    and smiled
    like it was beautiful.
    He saw the fire in my chest
    and didn’t reach for water.
    He knew
    I wasn’t dangerous
    I was divine.
    He don’t compete, he completes
    He don’t crumble when the current heats
    While boys bail out, he’s building rafts
    While others fear, he laughs at collapse
    I shook the room, he didn’t blink
    I roared in rage, he made me think
    He knows how to hold
    without holding me back
    and that’s how you carry
    a queen’s heart intact
    To walk beside a powerful woman
    you don’t need chains
    you need courage
    Not armor, but honor
    Not silence,
    but space
    He never caged the lioness
    He never named me “too much”
    He simply looked
    and let me be
    until I let him
    see everything
    Powerful presence, patient, precise
    Protecting peace without a price
    Fire-fed, focused, feeling full
    He’s not afraid, I’m never dull
    He’s got thunder in his spine
    Steel in his silence
    Grace in his gaze
    and no trace of violence
    HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE!
    HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL!
    HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS
    AND NEVER DROPPED ME
    AT ALL!
    Other men feared me
    He faced me
    Other men chased me
    He stayed
    When I shattered, he sharpened me
    When I wept, he witnessed me
    He didn’t want to fix the fire
    He wanted to feel it with me
    And maybe you think
    this song’s about you…
    Maybe you wish it could be
    But only a rare one
    gets written into fire like this.
    Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls
    Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls
    If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath
    Still. Sure. Strong in belief.
    This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact
    You want a queen? Learn how to act
    Not to conquer, not to own
    But to honor her
    like a throne
    HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP!
    NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK!
    HE TOOK MY FIRE
    AND FED IT!!
    I am the flame
    And he holds me
    I am the howl
    And he hears me
    I am the storm
    But he never tried to stop the rain
    He just stood
    With open hands
    And loves me
    without fear.
    Embrace the Storm I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ ♥️⬇️♥️ Embrace the Storm by XZanthia He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits. He never asked me to dim. He just stood still while the sky cracked open and smiled like it was beautiful. He saw the fire in my chest and didn’t reach for water. He knew I wasn’t dangerous I was divine. He don’t compete, he completes He don’t crumble when the current heats While boys bail out, he’s building rafts While others fear, he laughs at collapse I shook the room, he didn’t blink I roared in rage, he made me think He knows how to hold without holding me back and that’s how you carry a queen’s heart intact To walk beside a powerful woman you don’t need chains you need courage Not armor, but honor Not silence, but space He never caged the lioness He never named me “too much” He simply looked and let me be until I let him see everything Powerful presence, patient, precise Protecting peace without a price Fire-fed, focused, feeling full He’s not afraid, I’m never dull He’s got thunder in his spine Steel in his silence Grace in his gaze and no trace of violence HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE! HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL! HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS AND NEVER DROPPED ME AT ALL! Other men feared me He faced me Other men chased me He stayed When I shattered, he sharpened me When I wept, he witnessed me He didn’t want to fix the fire He wanted to feel it with me And maybe you think this song’s about you… Maybe you wish it could be But only a rare one gets written into fire like this. Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath Still. Sure. Strong in belief. This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact You want a queen? Learn how to act Not to conquer, not to own But to honor her like a throne HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP! NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK! HE TOOK MY FIRE AND FED IT!! I am the flame And he holds me I am the howl And he hears me I am the storm But he never tried to stop the rain He just stood With open hands And loves me without fear.
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  • go passted this light and then at the nextone turnright
    go passted this light and then at the nextone turnright
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  • Trees in a forest compete intensely for sunlight because it's one of the most crucial resources for photosynthesis. Here's how that competition plays out:
    Trees in a forest compete intensely for sunlight because it's one of the most crucial resources for photosynthesis. Here's how that competition plays out:
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  • The Epstein client list will never see the light of day, since both President Trump and several Republicans, as well as several top Democrats including the Clinton's, Obama's, Pelosi's, etc, are all on the list.

    People should let it go already and move on, maybe a hundred years from now, when everyone on the list are dead, it might finally see the light of day.
    The Epstein client list will never see the light of day, since both President Trump and several Republicans, as well as several top Democrats including the Clinton's, Obama's, Pelosi's, etc, are all on the list. People should let it go already and move on, maybe a hundred years from now, when everyone on the list are dead, it might finally see the light of day.
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