Exposures

This world is so full of voices and noise. I pick up remotes and phones and keys and joysticks and I return to the noise. Every minute history is being made. Every gram of information forces us to choose which side of history we are going to fall on...as though it were so simple.

The expose', everyday, trying to reveal the truth hidden from us, lurking to destroy us. The devil hides and waits for us. We have been taught to be paranoid that we are going to be taken advantage of and destroyed. We will no longer be able to access the plenty.

Breaking news is followed by days of analysis.

The dangers of exposure are great. They say you can live three days without water, but only three hours in exposure. Shelter, protection, defense are any good survivalists first priority.

I get paid to listen to people expose themselves. We don't go for three hours. That would be murder.

I have a lingering and lurking evil desire to expose others,. a few in particular. I stay away from them now because exposure can kill people. I don't want them to die.

I listened to a podcast on self exposure. It was called vulnerability. It was the key to all things.

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