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Hear this tale of my adventure
When I journeyed years ago
I went off to find a dragon
And to slay him as my foe
He was dwelling in the heart
Of a black forest near my home
In a cave where molten lava churned
And everything around it burned
As I would too, I later learned,
Had I not taken care.

So, I set off, as I have said,
To quell the cause of so much dread,
A beast whose blood ran green not red,
My name would soon be set in stone.
Two great companions by my side,
Of temper true and mettle tried,
There was the Dane who came from royalty,
the German famed for loyalty,
in legends past, when molds were cast,

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(11) Law of Force
Energy manifests itself in three forms: Creative, the vibrating aggregate; Transmissive, being the propagation of isochronous waves through the media in which it is immersed; Attractive, being its action upon other aggregates capable of vibrating in unisons or harmony.
(12) Law of Oscillating Atomic Substances
Coherent atomic substances are capable of oscillating at a pitch varying directly as the density, and inversely as the linear dimensions from one period of frequency per unit of time to the 21st octave above, producing the creative force of Sonity, whose transmissive force (Sound) is propagated through the media of solids, liquids, and gases, and whose static effect (Sonism) produces attractions and repulsions between sympathetically vibrating bodies according to the Law of Harmonic Attraction and Repulsion.

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(6) Law of Sympathetic Oscillation
Coherent aggregates immersed in a medium pulsating at their natural pitch simultaneously oscillate with the same frequency, whether the pitch of the medium be a unison, or any harmonic of the fundamental pitch of the creative aggregate
(7) Law of Attraction
Juxtaposed coherent aggregates vibrating in unison, or harmonic ration, are mutually attracted.
(8) Law of Repulsion
Juxtaposed coherent aggregates vibrating in discord are mutually repelled.
(9) Law of Cycles
Coherent aggregates harmonically united constitute centers of vibration bearing relation to the fundamental pitch not multiples of the harmonic pitch, and the production of secondary unions between themselves generate pitches that are discords, either in their unisons, or overtones with the original pitch; from harmony is generated discord, the inevitable cause of perpetual transformation.

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(1) Law of Matter and Force
Coextensive and coeternal with space and duration, there exists an infinite and unchangeable quantity of atomoles, the base of all matter; these are in a state of constant vibratory motion, infinite in extent, unchangeable in quantity, the initial of all forms of energy.
(2) Law of Corporeal Vibrations
All coherent aggregates when isolated from like bodies, or when immersed or confined in media composed of matter in a different state, vibrate at a given ascertainable pitch.
(3) Law of Corporeal Oscillations
All coherent aggregates not isolated from like bodies, oscillate at a period-frequency varying with the tensions that augment and diminish the state of equilibrium.

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So I’m having a rational conversation with one of my nerdy, retro, goth, punk, intellectual friends and the subject starts to go toward the Bible. I just wasn’t in the mood at the time, so I tried to move things back to the center line where they had been. Then, my friend, bright as a pound of wet leather, opens up his mouth and proclaims that the New Testament is a sham that was actually written by William Shakespeare.

Naturally, I said something like, “Great! But what I’m trying to…�

“Shakespeare wrote the New Testament, and I can prove it,� he said.

By the next move he made I knew that he had been waiting days for the perfect opportunity, or rather, any opportunity to perform this next feat of quirkiness. So, I just resigned myself to the notion that the rational intelligent conversation we had been having was, for all intents and purposes, over. I forgot the point we had been discussing and settled in for the show that was about to begin. I should mention that this wasn’t surprising to me, in that conversations with this friend always managed to go the same way at one point or another. They started off sane enough, like any other conversation would, but without a doubt, at some not too distant point in the future every conversation I had ever had with this guy had come to a screeching halt – only to give way to a one man performance, by him, from the bizzaro files of some off the wall concept. We always part with him telling me to, “Check it out, Dude. Really! I mean it! Take the time to check it out!�

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I used to get tons of scam email from Africa telling me that I was going to inherit vast sums of money from distant relatives who had passed away or been killed in the political upheaval of some banana republic. It seemed like there was nothing I could do to stop the scoundrels from approaching me, and the number of these items that I was receiving began to multiply out of hand. Then I started to respond to a few, and they stopped coming almost overnight. Here is an example of one of the responses I sent. I hope it helps you if you are suffering the same type of issues.

First, here is a copy of what I was being sent…

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There once was a barmaid from Wales,
On her bosom were tattooed prices of ales,
And on her behind,
For the sake of the blind,
Was exactly the same thing in brail.

I believe it was November
many years and years ago,
when an early hurly burly
brought an anxious winter snow.
Not a stone was left uncovered.
Every branch was burdened so.
Great drifts made the fence posts pyramids,
as wonders came in myriads
of countless crystal miracles,
and spectacles galore.

Windy whispers crossed the snowscape.
Frigid phantoms came to howl,
yet a magic muffled silence
hid the wing beats of an owl.
From his perch up in the old red barn,
the wise old looking fowl
had been keeping watch throughout the night,
No motion had escaped his sight.
A snow hare in the pale moonlight

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Old Joe

The tiniest tug of the Thomas Bay fleet
tarried not as it tethered the barge.
Old Joe was his name
- full of spirit and game -
never thought his great load was too large.

While the rest of the fleet had made port long ago,
and was safe and secure at the dock,
Joe had planned to arrive by a quarter of five,
but the storm hadn’t followed the clock.

The sea had been calm for two days and one half,
while the nights were a starry delight.
But the Nor’easter wind brought a Tempest to play,
and instead they had started to fight.

Old Joe had tugged time and again through the years.

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I once had an uncle.
My Mom called him Clarence.
He lived on a farm where I went with my parents.

His wife was named Lillian.
She was quite gabby.
So, we went to the garden where he pulled up Kohlrabi

“Kohlrabi?� I said, as he cut me a piece.
“Does it come from Brazil, or from China, or Greece?�
“No, it comes from this garden, and grows in the sun.
It tastes quite fantastic! It’s name is great fun.�

“Kohlrabi? Kohlrabi. Kohlrabi!� I said.
All day long that name boomeranged ‘round in my head.
My brother and sister got in on the game.
At one point I think I said, “Kohlrabi’s my name!�

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Granny had a grimace. It was right there on her face.
Where she usually kept her smile, there was a frown now in its place.
She was staring at Conundrum, he’s our family’s little pup.
But Conundrum looked pathetic, and he wouldn’t look back up.
He was sitting with his tail, which always wags, between his legs.
There was no sign of his tongue, which always slobbers when he begs.
His ears were even drooping, it was like he was ashamed,
Which made sense as I soon found, it turns out he was being blamed.

Between Conundrum and my Granny, on the carpet was a stain.
Then my Granny said, “I told you that a pup was hard to train.

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