Two Pages of Notes

I see what is, nothing more nor less,
Because upon my sight I'm never not too impressed..
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On avid film watchers:
--General inquiry #1
-->How well do you perceive the conception of a perception of life? How good?
--->How good is your grasp of imitation?
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The myth of the black suit who walks along the white coast--(Barrett's story)
--He's always talking on a cell phone and looking at the mountains across the bay that shape the horizon line.
--The mystery is who he is talking to at the base of the bluff.
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Good ideas are tough to come by because of their fleeting nature..
Don't you remember those nights that you came up with a really good idea but you only remember having a good time? You do, however, remember the mere fact that a good idea was conceived within a specific timeframe but you haven't an inkling to the substance or the ability to recall the details of the good idea...
There's just the fact that you experienced a bright mindstate and transformed that quality into time well spent...
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You know you might be nuts when you blurt out,
"OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO GOOD, DAWG!"
after a fulfilling meal, in this case.
The crazy part isn't the fact that I was talking to a dog. That is mere coincidence, but the peculiar part is the seeming notion in my tone of voice at that very moment which happened to be directed at Marley who just happens to be a dog. The key word is dawg obviously, but in my lexicon and in the way I use speech "dawg" is a colloquial and oft-used term interchangeable with the more commonly known term"friend".
The funny part is I was talking to Marley, a dog, but instinctively referred to him (as I would to any friend I know and respect) as dawg.