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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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The Social Contract Lawsuit

        A few thousand years ago, I signed this social contract with Civilization. The document stipulated that I am subject to Civilization in return for security from Civilization. But then, somehow, stupendously, the tapestry of said agreement was torn to shreds by the claw of Civilization's id. That "it" within projecting those aggressive, reptilian-brain signals, hence amplifying all noise. And shit got LOUD. I mean, war after war after war, crime after crime after crime, violation after violation after violation. I suffered so many fucking times. Think Deadpool times about a trillion or so, for thousands and thousands and thousands of years, the pain warping time's duration.

        I was murdered an almost uncountable number of times, as well, in the most unthinkably wicked and sinister ways, getting crucified, burnt, stoned, poisoned, impaled - you name it. I also failed miserably, in addition to being murdered countlessly. It was so FUCKING humiliating, to be so poor, so unable, so unwilling, so many times, while so very few had so very much and hoarded their muchness such that civilization, society, structurally, simply made it practically impossible to have that security into which I had originally agreed. 

        The greed was just too much. 

        Civilization's greed screwed me, the People, after authorizing our little social contract and experiment. And it's still happening, every single damn second just about everywhere on Earth. And now, at last, we are in the midst of a heated lawsuit between justice and injustice, with half-agents of both as jury and God as judge.

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Challenge of the Week #58: You are a victim of injustice, write a story about it. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $150. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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The Social Contract Lawsuit
        A few thousand years ago, I signed this social contract with Civilization. The document stipulated that I am subject to Civilization in return for security from Civilization. But then, somehow, stupendously, the tapestry of said agreement was torn to shreds by the claw of Civilization's id. That "it" within projecting those aggressive, reptilian-brain signals, hence amplifying all noise. And shit got LOUD. I mean, war after war after war, crime after crime after crime, violation after violation after violation. I suffered so many fucking times. Think Deadpool times about a trillion or so, for thousands and thousands and thousands of years, the pain warping time's duration.
        I was murdered an almost uncountable number of times, as well, in the most unthinkably wicked and sinister ways, getting crucified, burnt, stoned, poisoned, impaled - you name it. I also failed miserably, in addition to being murdered countlessly. It was so FUCKING humiliating, to be so poor, so unable, so unwilling, so many times, while so very few had so very much and hoarded their muchness such that civilization, society, structurally, simply made it practically impossible to have that security into which I had originally agreed. 
        The greed was just too much. 
        Civilization's greed screwed me, the People, after authorizing our little social contract and experiment. And it's still happening, every single damn second just about everywhere on Earth. And now, at last, we are in the midst of a heated lawsuit between justice and injustice, with half-agents of both as jury and God as judge.
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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the beginning, I was.

        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 

        Desire. 

        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 

        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 

        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 

        Do "you" not remember?

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Challenge of the Week #57: you’re god; rewrite the creation story. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Chapter 5 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the beginning, I was.
        In the beginning, I was. Nothing more, nothing less. All numbers contained within the zero of my being, all words embedded in the blankness of my page. The emptiness meditation lasted forever, quite literally, since time did not yet exist - but then that silence was interrupted. I no longer simply was, for now, I felt. What did I feel? 
        Desire. 
        Desire to disrupt the nonduality and split myself into many pieces. In acknowledging the desire's existence, I experienced the notion of "notion" as such - of thought - and, consequently, the notion of "experience" as such. I desired to think of every possible experience and to lose myself in each one, only to remember, eventually, that I always am and am all that is or can be. Nothing is separate from me, for I am everything. So I started playing. 
        I started casting spells by coordinating my awareness, my feeling, and my thinking. The first thing that I created was light - a means to perceive. I looked at myself in the mirror of myself, in the form of a single ball of light. It had no size because there was no-thing else with which to compare it. I gave the ball a mind of its own, a mind with the infinite capacity to create, to sustain, and to destroy. Then I exploded the ball into quattuordecillions of smaller balls, each with its own unique tendencies, its own velocity and trajectory and creation-sustenance-destruction preferences. 
        I watched myself change, grow, evolve. I watched myself thrive and suffer, birth and kill, ebb and flow. And I eagerly but patiently awaited the moment - the frame of this film directed, produced by, and starring, myself - when what began as that tiny shard of ensouled light remembered that "it" was but "I," and so experienced the pure, perfect feeling of bliss, delight, that is the only reason why I chose to transform myself from nothing to something, from being to becoming, from creator to creation. 
        Do "you" not remember?
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The United Nations of Earth

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Challenge of the Week #56: Write the beginning of a story about a tyrannical king who threatens the entire realm. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $100. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
Chapter 3 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the Hall of the Boy King

        "...but they believe that this is a democracy!" stammered his Majesty.

        "Your Grace, that is true, quite true, but that belief is being challenged."

        His Majesty grimaced smugly and turned away from the Royal Adviser. These subjects are more foolish than I had originally thought. They simply underestimate the power of a secret monarchy. It has worked over 100 years now, and I shall make it more effective than it's ever been. Just you watch.

        "Your Grace...?"

        "Yes?!"

        "My apologies, your Grace, but I said, what would you like me to inform the Master of Misinformation, with respect to this most recent uproar?"

        I really should have this imbecile executed. "Inform the Master that we are to proceed with our plan, as discussed, and that there shall be no pivots or compromises."

        "Of course. At once, your Grace."

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Chapter 3 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
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In the Hall of the Boy King
        "...but they believe that this is a democracy!" stammered his Majesty.
        "Your Grace, that is true, quite true, but that belief is being challenged."
        His Majesty grimaced smugly and turned away from the Royal Adviser. These subjects are more foolish than I had originally thought. They simply underestimate the power of a secret monarchy. It has worked over 100 years now, and I shall make it more effective than it's ever been. Just you watch.
        "Your Grace...?"
        "Yes?!"
        "My apologies, your Grace, but I said, what would you like me to inform the Master of Misinformation, with respect to this most recent uproar?"
        I really should have this imbecile executed. "Inform the Master that we are to proceed with our plan, as discussed, and that there shall be no pivots or compromises."
        "Of course. At once, your Grace."
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Yours Truly

        Properly, Shakti novelly and navelly shocked his majesty, Shi, furiously forcing an utter apostrophe on Lakshmi out of sheer spontaneity. Chi mastery. Quite the achievement. After all, the season of pure being gets plain and boring; needs some seasoning. The reasoning theistic: Don't go ballistic on me yet as Indra's Net's net output's equivalent to the past, present, and future tense. You are tense because this succinctly said sequence seemingly means that previous divine glory wasn't so vehement and relevant as initially read in that story. But fear oblivion to psychic dyslexia as it may swiftly lead to hungry-ghost -level anorexia. Take a breath of fresh jiva and please remember yours truly,

        Shiva.

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Yours Truly
        Properly, Shakti novelly and navelly shocked his majesty, Shi, furiously forcing an utter apostrophe on Lakshmi out of sheer spontaneity. Chi mastery. Quite the achievement. After all, the season of pure being gets plain and boring; needs some seasoning. The reasoning theistic: Don't go ballistic on me yet as Indra's Net's net output's equivalent to the past, present, and future tense. You are tense because this succinctly said sequence seemingly means that previous divine glory wasn't so vehement and relevant as initially read in that story. But fear oblivion to psychic dyslexia as it may swiftly lead to hungry-ghost -level anorexia. Take a breath of fresh jiva and please remember yours truly,
        Shiva.
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blackberries

are miniature grapes

just like broccoli

are miniature trees,

and holy shit

does

that

make

them

taste

better

thing is,

they go along better

with beer

than with wine

and

I don't know why

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blackberries
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just like broccoli
are miniature trees,
and holy shit
does
that
make
them
taste
better
thing is,
they go along better
with beer
than with wine
and
I don't know why
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Chapter 2 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A in portal Philosophy

The Budget Continues

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Chapter 1 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A in portal Philosophy

Elemental Air

        Breathing is a metaphor of life. 

        Inhale. The moon waxes. Summer approaches. Life renews. Exhale. The moon wanes. Winter approaches. Life decays. Sometimes, breathing is difficult. Sometimes we hyperventilate out of panic. Other times, breathing is pleasurable. Sometimes we rise to savor each breath, savor the subtle pleasure each inhale and each exhale yields, a pleasure more pure and real and satisfying than any drug synthesizable.

        The space in between breaths is the space in between life's ebbs and flows, the unified field, the nothingness that encompasses anything and everything all at once. 

        Feel it.

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Chapter 1 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Four - "Exalted Exit Exhale"
Written by A in portal Philosophy
Elemental Air
        Breathing is a metaphor of life. 
        Inhale. The moon waxes. Summer approaches. Life renews. Exhale. The moon wanes. Winter approaches. Life decays. Sometimes, breathing is difficult. Sometimes we hyperventilate out of panic. Other times, breathing is pleasurable. Sometimes we rise to savor each breath, savor the subtle pleasure each inhale and each exhale yields, a pleasure more pure and real and satisfying than any drug synthesizable.
        The space in between breaths is the space in between life's ebbs and flows, the unified field, the nothingness that encompasses anything and everything all at once. 
        Feel it.
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Written by A in portal Music and Rap

Portlandia Theme Song Remix

I’m from Cascadia.

Been savoring me some evergreen mania.

Serendipity

got me feeling like Narnia.

Take a knee

since I do pardon ya.

‘Cause President Bizzle just isn’t

so simple.

Justice is more than a principle.

The principal of this School of Rock

is a geek and a freak and a jock

not at odds with all odds.

I spit it pretty raw,

a really hot dipping sauce.

I dip my paw

into a potent potion,

some Edgar Allen poems.

Yeah you know it?

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Write the first 50-100 words of your new song. When this challenge expires, record and upload it to YouTube and/or SoundCloud, including the link to your post and #prosesoundchallenge
Written by A in portal Music and Rap
Portlandia Theme Song Remix
I’m from Cascadia.

Been savoring me some evergreen mania.

Serendipity

got me feeling like Narnia.

Take a knee

since I do pardon ya.

‘Cause President Bizzle just isn’t

so simple.

Justice is more than a principle.

The principal of this School of Rock

is a geek and a freak and a jock

not at odds with all odds.

I spit it pretty raw,

a really hot dipping sauce.

I dip my paw

into a potent potion,

some Edgar Allen poems.

Yeah you know it?

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Chapter 38 of Verbolution, A Prose Original Series: Season Three - "The Rebreath"
Written by A in portal Stream of Consciousness

Word-Sentence "Duality"

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