TellingSecrets.org -- I secretly liked the song Genie in a Bottle by Aguilera but could never let on because it was trashy pop stuff without a hint of intellectual sensibility - so said the older folks whom I interact with. The women hated it because of all the skin revealed in that vid and the men hated that they just couldn't stop looking and would receive dagger stares from their female counterparts, questioning their 'refined' tastes. Eff them. I like my puerile fun once in a while - plus, I was of age too, I should be allowed! And it's quite a good thought exercise too, to strategise/maximise one's wishes when given any three. As a baby I wondered why none of the great wrtings ever mentioned 'ask for an endless number of wish' the first time they get a go at it - so the genie could be free too. Or why none asked for another magic lamp the moment they make their first wish too =X Nevertheless, first real wish I'd ask > to have the ability to control time, so that I could go hide in caves... or on top of trees... to reflect/restrategize the predicaments/challenges/emotions taht I'm experiencing before facing off with the Big Boss, even if the boss is a rather docile idealist who could be under a bicameral spell and just following the orders from the voices in his head. But see, I can never know, he might just be the Hyde who had locked Dr Jekyll for good in the old armoire at the basement workshop, waiting to be sent to the incinerator. The ability to manipulate time might also mean I could push forward rewind events and make decisions based on my perfect vision of hindsight. I'd learn that there would be a Silver lining in all of these, too.... and perhaps just let things run its course. To ferment, to boil over, to turn on the ignition and let things throttle into an explosion. To let it fuck off and die [in someone's arms, before it kills me: they all seek to spill me still.] There you go. Genie in a Bottle can be stimulating for the mind if one allows it, albeit it convolutes things in the process as well. Just pls don't go on tangents how'd you hate rubbing the bloody bottle and can we please reconfigure to have a touch-screen voice-activated interactive interface that it location-aware instead. I may just want to reconfigure your mouth with the Swiss Army tool I carry around in my makeup purse.

I secretly liked the song Genie in a Bottle by Aguilera but could never let on because it was trashy pop stuff without a hint of intellectual sensibility - so said the older folks whom I interact with. The women hated it because of all the skin revealed in that vid and the men hated that they just couldn't stop looking and would receive dagger stares from their female counterparts, questioning their 'refined' tastes. Eff them. I like my puerile fun once in a while - plus, I was of age too, I should be allowed!

And it's quite a good thought exercise too, to strategise/maximise one's wishes when given any three. As a baby I wondered why none of the great wrtings ever mentioned 'ask for an endless number of wish' the first time they get a go at it - so the genie could be free too. Or why none asked for another magic lamp the moment they make their first wish too =X

Nevertheless, first real wish I'd ask > to have the ability to control time, so that I could go hide in caves... or on top of trees... to reflect/restrategize the predicaments/challenges/emotions taht I'm experiencing before facing off with the Big Boss, even if the boss is a rather docile idealist who could be under a bicameral spell and just following the orders from the voices in his head. But see, I can never know, he might just be the Hyde who had locked Dr Jekyll for good in the old armoire at the basement workshop, waiting to be sent to the incinerator.

The ability to manipulate time might also mean I could push forward rewind events and make decisions based on my perfect vision of hindsight. I'd learn that there would be a Silver lining in all of these, too.... and perhaps just let things run its course. To ferment, to boil over, to turn on the ignition and let things throttle into an explosion. To let it fuck off and die [in someone's arms, before it kills me: they all seek to spill me still.]

There you go. Genie in a Bottle can be stimulating for the mind if one allows it, albeit it convolutes things in the process as well. Just pls don't go on tangents how'd you hate rubbing the bloody bottle and can we please reconfigure to have a touch-screen voice-activated interactive interface that it location-aware instead. I may just want to reconfigure your mouth with the Swiss Army tool I carry around in my makeup purse.

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