The security system in this place is Jack-wacked. I easily cased the place. Huh so much for hardest place to crack. It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. I’m in now. Shoot!! I hear people. Oh well, guess it is hard to crack. I gotta run!!!!!!!!!
The security system in this place is Jack-wacked. I easily cased the place. Huh so much for hardest place to crack. It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. I’m in now. Shoot!! I hear people. Oh well, guess it is hard to crack. I gotta run!!!
So it works like this. You put one foot forward and then the other. You give them your brain and they work it how they want. You toe the line and they give you an electroshock. It is all controlled that is just how it all goes. They let you think you have freedom so it’s that good enough? Be satisfied
systems going
wind blowing
i am running and all i can think about is how my body works perfectly
each tendon
muscle
bone
updownupdown
how did this happen?
i – me – soulmindbrain -is not perfect
but i live in something that works exactly how i want it to
the body is truly a temple
The systems of our minds are complex and incomprehensible. They interwine between our brain cells and eat away every little rationality we had left. Systems consume us. Order kills the mind and its spirit. Eventually all will fall into strict, cold, systematic order, leaving to more room for the beautiful or the abstract.
Systems sadly control the world. I think I would prefer anarchy in comparison to what we have now, where sadly everybody seems to be unhappy, with the exception of those that actually are happy, of course. I am systematically destroying my life.
The system in every country is not perfect. But we as citizens have lot of things that we can do in order to make things right. People keep complaining about the system in the country is faulty but we need to do our bit. It’s people who make system… systems don’t make people.
There are too many complications in life. Too much structure. Too many systems. This is why it is so hard to breathe. We are all strapped to an iron lung machine and it is pumping us full of artificial air.
There are systems to achieving ones goals. Whether they work or not is always a question. We are meant to question because it is part of a system of achieving an answer.
The system of society is wrong. Everything that we have taught is for nothing. If it good it isn’t true.. such lies the system has taught us! If it is good believe in it. All people deserve good things. If not then what is this life all about. We need to break free from this system push forward. Break the chains of society and it’s confines. We need to go against the grain. Make our own path. Forge our own system that is right for us. Filled with hope, faith, and love. Believeing in ourselves we can create the new
Systems create boundaries, create rules and compromise upon freedoms, the only true system that anyone may have is the system that belongs to them personally. Their choices alone are to find true inner peace and the freedom to choose the morals that belong to them.
The world will never be the same gain. The systems that are in place to keep us in subjection will fall. We will no longer stand for the oppression that have decimated our people and taken away their faith and hope. The time for change is now. We will be victorious my friends.
one point flows to another. working based off the action that preceded it. but one thing out of place can disrupt everything the system has been working for. the real question is how to fix the system when the problem is so small it seems hardly detectable? how can you predicted something so small could break the mold?
There were many more like me here. We had eyes that lit up with ones and zeroes, and that was the language we all understood. It wasn’t that we weren’t human, though many tried to tell us that. We were in fact, made as close to flesh and blood as we could be. It was the only way the rest of them would survive, through the creation of us. We were the artificial human systems. We tried our best to fit in, but understanding all these illogical things of humanity was difficult.
Railway systems. Reminds me of the times when I had to take the train to get to my college. Those were so not fun times. There was always weird people involved, though they weren’t half as bad as the people on the bus.
Camus sat at on the steps of the Grand Palias and watched… sketched rather economically sound equationalistically fractural grids that inherently constituted an entire solar system of plurals. What a guy.
He lay there, on the verge of spasming, whilst all the while laughing uncontrollaby… you have to wonder about the human nerve systems that make them so susceptible to tickling
When you see the word System, all you can think of are mechanisms. It is something unnatural. There is no spontaneity. Even our organ systems are mechanisms. How boring. Life should be about spontaneity and not thought out plans.
Systems are what run the world. Even the human mind. There is a system for everything. Once all of it collides, there’s chaos and mayhem. The words that come out of me, too is part of a system. The world comprises of these thought out processes.
all human beings have a system of living lives. when all of these systems collide, there’s a whole bunch of confusion and mayhem. And thus we have today’s world
The systems are running perfectly. He’s made sure of that. He doesn’t like allowing a single mistake or imperfection in the machines. If there’s something in this world that can be operate without flaw, then it should do as much. Now if only humans could operate the same way.
Lights flash in sequence, an indication of systems being brought to the ready. The most alert technicians study the blinks, knowing the orders by heart, instantly alerted to any deviation. Each repitition following the one before it and leading into the next one, building one on top of the other creating something larger and more complex than any one part could begin to comprehend.
I suppose the first thing I think about is operating systems on computers. But that’s not very interesting. There’s also nervous systems. I think of different processes. Rawr, systems.
She had a system, no, she /was/ a system, and systems were a means of control, and systems were good.
And she moved through her systems, among her systems, /with/ her systems because control was the only way she knew how, controlled was the only method by which she could live, and live she did, systematically, controlled.
It wasn’t easy, it was exhausting, but it worked for her, her systems, and they killed her, and they birthed her, and they allowed her to breathe.
systems. An ugly word. An ugly thing.
System requirements.
don’t become a part of the system.
but what IS the system?
is it something we truly should fear?
or something we where taught to fear?
was this fear perhaps brought on by “the system…?”
“Crap. They’ve hacked the mainframe. I think they’re sending a virus into the network…there it is. All systems down.” Mansfield slapped the keyboard. “How are they doing it? And what do they want?”
Fender laughed. “We’re a secret underground organisation. They want everything.”
all systems fail. our mission was going wrong. as wrong as it could. what were we to do anything we did made it worse. surrender? die? run? no there had to be a solution we must go on…
You have all these rules.
That don’t really make sense to anyone but you.
They just are.
Like the colors and the numbers and the times you won’t say what you mean because you don’t want to sound like somebody you don’t know.
You have your system and I love you
But honestly, I’m getting tired of playing by your rules.
When you won’t even listen to mine.
All the systems shut down at once as I clicked the “power off button”. I stood up and stretched then grabbed my coat and brief case to leave after a long day of work.
“Systems and Operations,” the sign read. He breathed a heavy sigh. He didn’t like working this life. An endless, unceasing god awful cycle. He hated the word system itself. It implied something ordered and fixed, something stuck. He felt like he was trapped in the making of his own being- he himself was made of systems after all.
I like systems. Systems are cool. Do you like systems? You should like systems. You know what else you should like? Bacon. BAACCCOONNNNNN. BACONONNOANONCONDJOANJFONJG
“What you really need to worry about,” he tells me self-importantly, “is this.” There is a flourish of his hand, which holds up a tiny green sprig of a plant with club-shaped leaves.
He must have seen the apprehension of my face, because he hastily adds, “it’s poisonous. One leaf of this and your respiratory and nervous system will shut down…” He makes a small laugh, as if such he could find humor in such an idea. “…instantly.”
I think systems have some good and bad atttibutes. I like creating systems to get things done. I don’t like entrenched institutionalized systems like our political system because people feel like they can’t do anything about it and that it’s just the way it is. A frocking system that is broken.
I can hide behind delusions, skate around the truth
Lose my mind and sanity, become the reckless youth
But in the peace and quiet, right before the morning dew
I can’t escape the fact that I’m still in love with you.
The security system in this place is Jack-wacked. I easily cased the place. Huh so much for hardest place to crack. It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. I’m in now. Shoot!! I hear people. Oh well, guess it is hard to crack. I gotta run!!!!!!!!!
The security system in this place is Jack-wacked. I easily cased the place. Huh so much for hardest place to crack. It was as easy as taking candy from a baby. I’m in now. Shoot!! I hear people. Oh well, guess it is hard to crack. I gotta run!!!
So it works like this. You put one foot forward and then the other. You give them your brain and they work it how they want. You toe the line and they give you an electroshock. It is all controlled that is just how it all goes. They let you think you have freedom so it’s that good enough? Be satisfied
systems going
wind blowing
i am running and all i can think about is how my body works perfectly
each tendon
muscle
bone
updownupdown
how did this happen?
i – me – soulmindbrain -is not perfect
but i live in something that works exactly how i want it to
the body is truly a temple
The systems of our minds are complex and incomprehensible. They interwine between our brain cells and eat away every little rationality we had left. Systems consume us. Order kills the mind and its spirit. Eventually all will fall into strict, cold, systematic order, leaving to more room for the beautiful or the abstract.
Systems sadly control the world. I think I would prefer anarchy in comparison to what we have now, where sadly everybody seems to be unhappy, with the exception of those that actually are happy, of course. I am systematically destroying my life.
The system in every country is not perfect. But we as citizens have lot of things that we can do in order to make things right. People keep complaining about the system in the country is faulty but we need to do our bit. It’s people who make system… systems don’t make people.
There are too many complications in life. Too much structure. Too many systems. This is why it is so hard to breathe. We are all strapped to an iron lung machine and it is pumping us full of artificial air.
There are systems to achieving ones goals. Whether they work or not is always a question. We are meant to question because it is part of a system of achieving an answer.
The system of society is wrong. Everything that we have taught is for nothing. If it good it isn’t true.. such lies the system has taught us! If it is good believe in it. All people deserve good things. If not then what is this life all about. We need to break free from this system push forward. Break the chains of society and it’s confines. We need to go against the grain. Make our own path. Forge our own system that is right for us. Filled with hope, faith, and love. Believeing in ourselves we can create the new
Systems create boundaries, create rules and compromise upon freedoms, the only true system that anyone may have is the system that belongs to them personally. Their choices alone are to find true inner peace and the freedom to choose the morals that belong to them.
The world will never be the same gain. The systems that are in place to keep us in subjection will fall. We will no longer stand for the oppression that have decimated our people and taken away their faith and hope. The time for change is now. We will be victorious my friends.
one point flows to another. working based off the action that preceded it. but one thing out of place can disrupt everything the system has been working for. the real question is how to fix the system when the problem is so small it seems hardly detectable? how can you predicted something so small could break the mold?
There were many more like me here. We had eyes that lit up with ones and zeroes, and that was the language we all understood. It wasn’t that we weren’t human, though many tried to tell us that. We were in fact, made as close to flesh and blood as we could be. It was the only way the rest of them would survive, through the creation of us. We were the artificial human systems. We tried our best to fit in, but understanding all these illogical things of humanity was difficult.
But we tried.
Railway systems. Reminds me of the times when I had to take the train to get to my college. Those were so not fun times. There was always weird people involved, though they weren’t half as bad as the people on the bus.
Camus sat at on the steps of the Grand Palias and watched… sketched rather economically sound equationalistically fractural grids that inherently constituted an entire solar system of plurals. What a guy.
perhaps the only law of nature is that humans like to make up patterns
and the rest is just coincidence?
A place that has caos but no system if place –
A RULE OF THUMB
A STRUCTURE MADE B
He lay there, on the verge of spasming, whilst all the while laughing uncontrollaby… you have to wonder about the human nerve systems that make them so susceptible to tickling
When you see the word System, all you can think of are mechanisms. It is something unnatural. There is no spontaneity. Even our organ systems are mechanisms. How boring. Life should be about spontaneity and not thought out plans.
Systems are what run the world. Even the human mind. There is a system for everything. Once all of it collides, there’s chaos and mayhem. The words that come out of me, too is part of a system. The world comprises of these thought out processes.
all human beings have a system of living lives. when all of these systems collide, there’s a whole bunch of confusion and mayhem. And thus we have today’s world
The systems are running perfectly. He’s made sure of that. He doesn’t like allowing a single mistake or imperfection in the machines. If there’s something in this world that can be operate without flaw, then it should do as much. Now if only humans could operate the same way.
Lights flash in sequence, an indication of systems being brought to the ready. The most alert technicians study the blinks, knowing the orders by heart, instantly alerted to any deviation. Each repitition following the one before it and leading into the next one, building one on top of the other creating something larger and more complex than any one part could begin to comprehend.
I suppose the first thing I think about is operating systems on computers. But that’s not very interesting. There’s also nervous systems. I think of different processes. Rawr, systems.
She had a system, no, she /was/ a system, and systems were a means of control, and systems were good.
And she moved through her systems, among her systems, /with/ her systems because control was the only way she knew how, controlled was the only method by which she could live, and live she did, systematically, controlled.
It wasn’t easy, it was exhausting, but it worked for her, her systems, and they killed her, and they birthed her, and they allowed her to breathe.
systems. An ugly word. An ugly thing.
System requirements.
don’t become a part of the system.
but what IS the system?
is it something we truly should fear?
or something we where taught to fear?
was this fear perhaps brought on by “the system…?”
Fuck the systems. I wanna be able to sit around and hang out with people naked. What’s so sexual about a naked body anyway? I don’t get it.
I just don’t want to feel this way about my body or myself anymore.
SYSTEMS ISA COMPLICATED WORD USED TO REFER TO A BUNCH OFTHINGS INTERRELATEDNECESSARY TO PERFOROUM A TASK.FAMILY C
“Crap. They’ve hacked the mainframe. I think they’re sending a virus into the network…there it is. All systems down.” Mansfield slapped the keyboard. “How are they doing it? And what do they want?”
Fender laughed. “We’re a secret underground organisation. They want everything.”
all systems fail. our mission was going wrong. as wrong as it could. what were we to do anything we did made it worse. surrender? die? run? no there had to be a solution we must go on…
You have all these rules.
That don’t really make sense to anyone but you.
They just are.
Like the colors and the numbers and the times you won’t say what you mean because you don’t want to sound like somebody you don’t know.
You have your system and I love you
But honestly, I’m getting tired of playing by your rules.
When you won’t even listen to mine.
All the systems shut down at once as I clicked the “power off button”. I stood up and stretched then grabbed my coat and brief case to leave after a long day of work.
“Systems and Operations,” the sign read. He breathed a heavy sigh. He didn’t like working this life. An endless, unceasing god awful cycle. He hated the word system itself. It implied something ordered and fixed, something stuck. He felt like he was trapped in the making of his own being- he himself was made of systems after all.
The systems society has are merely guidelines on how we should our lives.
I like systems. Systems are cool. Do you like systems? You should like systems. You know what else you should like? Bacon. BAACCCOONNNNNN. BACONONNOANONCONDJOANJFONJG
“What you really need to worry about,” he tells me self-importantly, “is this.” There is a flourish of his hand, which holds up a tiny green sprig of a plant with club-shaped leaves.
He must have seen the apprehension of my face, because he hastily adds, “it’s poisonous. One leaf of this and your respiratory and nervous system will shut down…” He makes a small laugh, as if such he could find humor in such an idea. “…instantly.”
I think systems have some good and bad atttibutes. I like creating systems to get things done. I don’t like entrenched institutionalized systems like our political system because people feel like they can’t do anything about it and that it’s just the way it is. A frocking system that is broken.
I can hide behind delusions, skate around the truth
Lose my mind and sanity, become the reckless youth
But in the peace and quiet, right before the morning dew
I can’t escape the fact that I’m still in love with you.
“All systems go, Captain!”
“Good!” cried Maxwell, grinning from ear to ear. He pranced up to the teleportation pedestal and stood waiting. When nothing happened, he frowned.
“Um…Al? You said all systems go.”
“…Yeah, well, I guess one didn’t get the memo.”
“What the…which one?” barked Maxwell.
“…the teleportation system?”
“Oh, for the love of – “