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We started our party project called Laundry Service in 2018. When we moved to the current location (Circle Milano) we saw that the pictures shot with a normal digital reflex were so boring and mainstream.
We decide to start to take pictures with some compact Point &amp; Shoot cameras from the late 90’s.

The film photos have some imperfections that make every single shot unique.
The grain and the color tones are typical of the analog photograpy.
We made every shot behind the console while we’re playing.

From September 2022 we made a partership with one of the most famous photography shop in Milan: Foto Cavour.
We made a corner in EST Shop with single use cameras, Fujifilm and Kodak Rolls.

<h1>Laundry Service on Instagram</h1>
We started to post pics on the Instagram Stories of @estworld account.
In Septemer 2022, after a rebranding of the logo, we launched the instagram profile because it was a shame thet these nice pictures were online only for 24h
The concept is simple, the profile would like to be a camera roll of the party, we post sometimes, only the best pics.

Magma makes every moment matter. Create digital, mini-magazines to share your life’s greatest experiences.

Laundry Service 35mm project — @undefined's mag on Magma

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Oklahoma City

The Haunting


I was traveling down the street to my alma mater. It was a school that had now been destroyed by the tsunami. The library windows were shattered and things were torn to pieces. I was pleased to see that efforts were in effect to restore the library and a clean-up process had begun. Dad had his shot gun and mom was in the passenger seat. There was a historical archeological cave close by that has been closed to access by raiders and such. But, I being a former student knew another way of entrance. The path was narrow and it was pitch-black outside. On each side of the passage there were cut-offs. If you fell then there is no telling how far you’d drop until you ultimately faced your death. As we were accessing the alternate path, I peered over the edge. It was as if it was eternal abyss. It gave me chills up and down my spine. “There! I think I found what we’re looking for!” My father shouted as he hopped off the ledge onto another to hack into the wall. We were searching for something that only a few individuals knew about. Myself, in particular knew of hidden treasures and others only thought there were bones of ancient civilizations.
I sat my pack down on a 2-feet boulder and then I saw through the boards that were placed to deter anyone from entering, light peeking through. I heard a group of people chattering.
My dad looked at my mother and I and motioned us to hide. He pulled out his shot gun and waited. As I tip-toed to duck behind wreckage from a previous cave-in I remembered I had a hand gun in my pack. It was too late. I was shaking there crouched and sweating from being scared we were going to be killed.
As the infiltration closed in on us, one noticed my pack. “What do we have here, eh? A compass, a hand gun, water cantons and oh... a map.” said the man.
“A map? What would someone need a map for? There is nothing in here?” asked another. “This map says there is gold. But why? Let’s find these explorers who are in classified territory! They haven’t a right to be in here! Let’s kill them!” Exclaimed the third man.
I mustered up all the strength I had in me and I pushed them off into the chasms, one after another.
My parents were no where as I went insane. No way they would take our map, our gold or our lives!!!
As I watched their bodies disappear into the darkness off the edges, I heard a guttural scream that resounded into the depths of ever nook and cranny. I looked behind me and up in the air was a figure floating and flying right towards me. I heard momma scream, “ Run! Run with everything you’ve got!”
I ran down the narrow path in hopes to not fall into the pits on both sides then I saw the ghostly figure prevailing before me as it was gliding on out of the cave.
I came to a sudden halt.
Once again I reentered the waking world. It was just a dream. I’m safe.

Read to find out — @undefined's mag on Magma

Oklahoma City, OK 73107

Arrived and Taken
Chapter One: It Begins

The drops pounded onto the windowsill. Ever since last summer the window has leaked. With the blackness of the night sky, the lightning would rage out against it. I focused on trying to rest but the reverberating thunder boomed at the glass. Another night without rest. This insomnia has flourished in a way I wouldn’t consider inspiring. Nevertheless, I still seem to acquire strength to get through the blazing summer heat. Eventually I must get up from this bed and do something to occupy this analytical mind of mine. But how? The thoughts race and the emotions linger.
My being is desolate from social interaction that would traditionally over-stimulate my nervous system. I have thought of going on a journey to the lake cabin my father owned once again, then I sip my chai tea and watch the grass and flowers wither in the fire of the sun. I have pondered many times if my brother or sister will ever visit. But then I bear in mind that we made ourselves estranged to one another. I’d like to envision that they haven't forgotten my name. But alas, I was the youngest child and they expressed to me that I was the idolized extension to the family. Yet, sissy and brother were held in high regards to those who knew us. I was the destruction of this family. The dysfunctional child whom everyone was repulsed by. To say the least, I’d like to think, I was the one who questioned parliament and societal paradigms . Furthermore, I was the individual perceived as an outsider, as if I had been switched at birth.
The thunder clapped against the thick air wall of humidity. When will my life of savage conditions ever ease up? Oh, to see all things for what they are and still be deserted. I have lived in this one-hundred-year-old house since my parents passed away in 1921. I miss them profoundly but yet since the passed on it has been a life of solitude and natural peace for my soul. I still think of the fond memories I retain of them.
A clearing began in the shattered sky as I glared out the window that began to fog from my breath. It had seemed as if another scorching day was on the brink of existing. I held a feeling of unspeakable remorse for the thought of sweating in the vegetable garden. The tomatoes have sweltered for the billionth time. I go out and skulk at them as I pick them off the vine and toss them aside. “Good grief!” I shouted at the ravens in the oak tree, as they begun to fly off. Will I ever be able to become something other than an old man sitting in his rocking chair on the cobble stones outside of his dilapidated house?
Then I saw upon the road leading to the town nearby, a horse and wagon with a man and woman. Who could be coming to view my devastating home or my pitiful existence? As they enclosed the vicinity, I could see who the elderly man and woman were. “Joseph? Marilynn? Is that you? Why are you here? What do you want?” I questioned the couple approaching.
Then I heard the distinct voice of my older brother Joseph ran out and landed into my ear, “Matt, it is Mary and me. We’ve come to take you away from this disconsolate abode of yours.” Marilynn interjected, “Matthew, dear, you are coming with us. Prepare your belongings.”
My eyes flooded with the salty tears as I said to them, “What do you mean? It’s been... It’s been centuries it seems since I have seen you two? Why are you here really? Do you want to lock me away again? If that is what you’ve arranged, then I’ll take care of that right now! You, see? I am not going back to that pit of despair with you! I am fulfilled here! You see my gardens?”
As I ran in to get something to defend myself with, I heard another abrupt sound off in the distance. I geared my eyes towards the road to see the authorities coming to capture me. Was this in all in head again? The horror I experienced made me think they had finally left me alone. But not for a chance. I’ve been set aside to suffer because I challenged the world and its ideologies.
“Matthew, please, don’t hide from us again. We will find where you are, just like every other time. You have nowhere to go, and we know what you have done to mom and dad.” Marilynn tried to coerce me to come out so they can bind me for life until my death would be declared to the entire countryside. They had me in their clutches once again and I was desperate to do anything, but what could I do this time? With exasperation all over my face I came out of the pantry where undoubtedly there wasn’t any food. This was my fate, my destiny, and I had no other choice but to go with them and face the gloom that I became aware was filling my spirit. “Matt, when we discovered what you did to them, we came immediately. Do you even realize what you’ve done? You are a murderer! We were astonished at this tragedy, but we had an inkling since you were the only one within the home where they laid covered in their own...” Jospeh was speaking but I interrupted, “I didn’t do a thing to them. I treasured them and yet I was insignificant to all! How could you think... How can I be the one to be victimized by your own deeds, brother?”
“Matthew, it was you and don’t be in denial because of your hysteria!” Marilynn was relentless and her voice put a fear in me I had never imagined occurring. The ideas bulged in my brain, and I couldn’t bear the thought of ending the precious lives of mom and dad. I wouldn’t hurt a fly, but yet here they were with the accusations that made me question my memories and reality. Oh, clouds that cleared the sky, I had a hope that happiness would come but once again I am in chains.
The authority came and took me by rope around my wrists and I was boosted into the cage I was once in of historical circumstances. The uneven road seemed increasingly extensive than I had contemplated. My thoughts begin to swamp my psyche and I erupted into trembling.

Chapter Two: Journey to Confinement

Encaged and roped at the wrists I begin to drift into a potent feeling of misery. My heart was shrinking in my body and I began to think, “Is this going to be foreshadowing my imprisonment for the volatile transgressions I never committed?
“Come here, you scum!” the guard shouted at me as he drug me out of the iron clad cage. “We are taking you somewhere you can’t hurt anyone again.”
I began to groan and cry out “Joseph, Marilynn, you know I never hurt mom and dad!!! Stop this! Stop what you are doing!”

Novel in process about an elderly man who was abused by his siblings and taken into captivity because of false accusations. — @undefined's mag on Magma

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I was riding with Pops on highway 73 with the wind in my hair. I had my arm out the window and my hand was biting the air. I remember when times were peaceful and carefree like this. It was 75°F outside and I felt as if nothing could go awry. That’s when we hit something that flew out of nowhere. The fragile little car flew into the ditch on the side of the highway and my life was flashing before my eyes. What I didn’t configure at the time was that my pop’s life was being decimated at that very moment. The vehicle came to a halt, and I peered over to see Pops evaporate before my 7-year-old deep blue eyes. I ejected my seatbelt and managed to climb out only to collapse onto the muddy ground.
I turned around to capture the wreckage behind us as I witnessed something that appeared to be a puppet. What was a puppet doing in the devastation and why was it running for its life? I couldn’t fathom why a puppet was at the scene nor could I grasp why it was running! Puppets aren't alive and I thought I knew what I had heard about them. They are material objects and are playthings for children and such. Right? Perhaps I was hallucinating from being in shock.
Swiftly, emergency medical services arrived, and I witnessed the paramedics and firefighters struggle to get my pops out of that demolished miniscule car. I couldn’t utter with my mind what had just occurred and why was there a puppet fleeing like his life depended upon it? My memory was faltering more so over time.
I continued to see this puppet as I grew into my 20-year-old self. He would crop up in cafes and movie theaters. My life came near to an end, more than just that Sunday afternoon on highway 73 with Pops. I seemed as if I was headed for death, but I couldn’t figure out why. But each time I got close to being sent to the afterworld, I would capture that goofy puppet right after I would get off my face and wipe the sweat and dirt off of my forehead.
Now I was on an assignment to muster up courage to entrap said puppet. I remembered his eyes and how they bulged out of his fuzzy, wool head. And how the yarn for hair was a bright neon green. His apparel was like he was a walking anachronism. Suspicious to say the least, in my honest opinion. However, I could never recollect why this puppet emerged after every near-to-death event of my life. I named this puppet a name I could identify with: Mr. Quiggley. It seemed like a good name for something or someone I had so many inquiries about.
I went to the local sporting goods market on the corner of 50th and Squishire. I bought myself binoculars and other useful items such as a pocketknife, magnifying glass, and hiking boots. Now that I think about it, I didn’t require the hiking boots for this mission but regardless, they were on clearance, and I thought it a steal!
I was in pursuit. Sitting in my pick-up truck on the street of Mourforth on the west side of town. This was a particular location where I seemed to be targeted the most. In fact, the local town construction still didn’t repair the concrete curb that I rammed into with my last vehicle. It was initially annihilated seeing as they made everything in this town with frugality.
Then instantaneously, Mr. Quiggley was in proximity. His beady eyes were fixated on me. He knew I had my eyes pinned on him as well. He began to shriek! Once again, he fled the area. Only this time, a man who looked to be my age was following after him and he had a peculiar weapon in his right hand. They flung themselves onto a motorbike and rode off into the distance.
Alright, what had just occurred? Who was this man? He looked bizarrely familiar to my young 5-year-old self. His eyes were a hazel-green, that is if I can recollect well enough. He was wearing a black leather jacket and pale tight-fitted jeans. At the moment, this was all I could remember.
The journey continued in search of these indisputable criminals. I knew from the moment I spotted the weapon in his hand that he was an enemy. But what had I done to him, or this frenzied puppet? After the first traumatic collision with Pops my mind would black out and I would space. Everything before that event is fuzzy at even spectacular moments.
After Mr. Quiggley and his accomplice jot off on the motor bike, I jumped out of the pick-up and went into the ally they emersed out of. Then there it was, a wallet lying on the asphalt. I had their identity in my grasp at this point. I unfolded the worn black canvas pocketbook and to my surprise and confusion it was my kindergarten rival, James Markey. The memories flooded my mind as I dropped to my knees and began to weep. One memory in particular I remember socking James's right in the left eye and his glasses broke and the glass punctured his eyebrow. Now it made sense why he was there with Mr. Quiggley. But why was this mysterious puppet with my kindergarten target of all my incessant bullying? I felt grief for the puppet, and I was determined to find out the answers to my every question.
I thought about James that night and I knew that I was his adult hood prey. He obviously had a vendetta out for me after I belittled him every day at school. But what could drive someone to destroy another human or employ a puppet to be their partner in crime? It seemed as if Mr. Quiggley was being used by James to do his evil bidding.
My quest had changed at that point in time once I came to this revelation. My new assignment: avail Mr. Quiggley from the wicked clutches of James Markey. I know after I free the melancholy puppet from James that I would be greeting an even more excruciating death wish. But I was determined. Mr. Quiggley was being tortured to perform such perfected schemes. I had to do something and something quick.
The next morning at 0700 hours I was wide awake after the alarm buzzed throughout my flat. I combed my hair and put on my over coat and went out the door. I walked to the thrift shop to buy myself an undercover outfit. I was walking where I was going now as I feared getting into any sort of machinery.
The thrift shop had just what I needed. The black ninja look arose into the moment as I stood there in the fitting room in my black sweats and black stocking cap. Then there they were! The black sunglasses without a scratch on them. They were mine!
I smiled as I exited the building with my new-found disguise. It was an adrenaline rush to buy things that were necessary to keep me safe and concealed. I was into success, and I could feel it. Would I receive an award or a trophy? Nah, most likely I would not but it was a glorious sentiment. Right?
It was 2100 hours on McFeary Street. I was camped beside the dumpsters, and it wasn’t a refined position to say the least. The Chinese restaurant’s back door kept slamming open against the brick wall and the chef threw out customers leftovers into the dumpster. I have to admit, the aroma made my stomach rumble. I hadn’t had a bite to eat since that morning, but I was relentless. I wasn’t giving up on what I was meant for. But the thought of injecting Chinese noodles and beef made my mouth salivate. No! Resist Michael! You can do this!
Then there they both were. Mr. Quiggley’s beady eyes and James in that torn leather jacket. They were walking down the sidewalk. I knew James had it out for me and was in search of slaughtering me by another turbulent attempt at destruction. “Not this time James!”, I shouted in my thoughts.
I picked myself up off the ground and jotted behind them as a discreet spy like I had seen in movies. I was close behind them both and they turned into a corridor on the left. It was getting easier to pick up their scent. I felt like a wolf in the wilderness searching for its next meal to devour. Then I shifted my focus into getting Mr. Quiggley into his liberation. The view I had of myself as a wolf then transitioned into a detective searching for a young child in the hands of a kidnapper. I was going to be a hero, wasn’t I? Or was I setting myself up for impending doom? At any rate I was still doing what I set out for.
It just so happened that it began to storm. The wind was rushing into my face and the temperature was dropping. I had to find shelter but was this all a set up? Did James lure me into this? Did he know that the weather would get me spooked? I had a gut feeling that this was all a deviated plan. He knew I was onto them, didn’t he?
I became more aware to me that he was a master at this, although I was still alive and breathing. Considering he hadn't achieved his desire to eradicate me, there may be a shred of hope. I was resilient now, wasn’t I?
I hadn’t scoped out the notorious motor bike as of yet, but I had a feeling it would be coming into my view. James would have devised a clever way of escaping once again. I was proportionately dumfounded when James stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around and looked me dead straight in my eyes. I was in for another shock when he shouted at me, “What are you here for? To hit me in my eye again? Well, you little!! I don’t have glasses anymore, you, see? I have sought you out since that day you humiliated me in front of Abby May. I was infatuated with her, and you ruined me for the last time! So, com’on now! Let’s do this right here, right now!”
I stiffened my upper lip and sweat dripped and clanged to my brow. I squinted my eyes and said to him with all fiber in my being, “You let Mr. Quiggley go! He doesn’t want to do your disgraceful injunctions anymore! Let him go! He’s innocent! You’ve made him your clown!”
James looked at me puzzled now and asked me, “Who is Mr. Quiggley? This is George, my best friend since I was 3 years old. My mum gave him to me after I turned 2-years-old. He is all I’ve ever had after my mum and dad died in a dispute over my uncle. I was detrimental to me since then. Please...”
I stopped him before he could continue, “James, are you all alone without, uhm, George?”
“Well, I guess so.”
I persisted, “Why have you been using, uhm, George to get to me and murder me?”
He began to stutter, “You, you, ruined my life! I was getting to know Abby May and she liked me. I think, uh, uh, please, I need George.”
Then I made an offer to James and George that I never thought I could muster up, “James, how ‘bout you and George come and stay the night in my flat and I will prepare a meal for you. It’s okay, I am not going to sock you upside your eye again, ha. Come now.”
James and George looked at each other perplexed but they shrugged their shoulders, and we walked in the dreary rain to my flat to begin a friendship that would last the rest of our lives.

A mystery of a puppet used to destroy a kindergarten rival. — @undefined's mag on Magma

W Prairie Creek Dr

Self- Care

Oh, life. We work until we can barely keep our eyes open. We push our bodies and minds to keep up with impossible standards of productivity, achievement and beauty. We forget to take care of--or love--ourselves because we’re too busy taking care of and loving others. Living in a constant state of stress and work is not living at all though; it’s existing in a self-made state of fight or flight. Not only is it unnatural to live in this state for extended periods of time; it’s unhealthy, too.
The idea of self-care isn’t always front and center to everyone. Perhaps it lives somewhere in the back of our minds between faint but still accessible memories of your favorite summer and lyrics to that song you listened to on repeat a few years ago but have since replaced with another. You know about it. You even think about it sometimes, but it doesn’t always drive you to action or move to the top of your priority list.
Instead of thinking about self care as an action, start by thinking of it as a philosophy. That philosophy? Recognizing that you’re worth your time.
If you’re like most of us, your time is mostly filled with taking care of everything and everyone but yourself. You get to the tail end of your day to relax but you either use your time to take care of things at home, numb yourself with bad TV that doesn’t require much thought, or drop on the bed, lay your head and fall asleep in a stressful state--only to do it all again the next day. Whether you’re working towards that promotion, a degree balancing a career and motherhood--or even a career and a personal life--, recognize that self-care requires a balance between work you and/or mom and the rest of you.
Our minds do not have the capacity to run at high-speed 24/7, which is why having a proper amount of sleep is so important to restore energy. But sleeping should not be our only form of self-care—it’s a necessity on its own.
Like sleeping, eating, and breathing, self-care should be a priority rather than something we push to the bottom of our to-do list.
Think about this for a minute:
•	Have you taken a break this week to unwind?
•	How much did you smile or laugh today?
•	When was the last time you took a day to yourself?
If you answered “no”, “not at all” or “I don’t remember” to any of these questions, it’s time to start taking care of yourself and dedicating time to rejuvenating your mind, body, and soul.
It’s time to slow down your life for just a moment. But going from zero to full-on self-care regimen overnight is next to impossible. So we’ve put together a number of self-care quotes to get you into the right mindset and help ease you in...
What is self care?
Self-care can be defined as a <a href="https://fortuneandframe.com/blogs/news/how-to-choose-a-meaningful-gift-for-her">meaningful gift</a> of self-love and appreciation. It is any activity we do to step back and rejuvenate ourselves mentally, physically, and emotionally.
But how you take care of yourself means different things for different people. Some enjoy their alone time with a spa night in a bubble bath, listening to their favorite music and sipping on a nice glass of wine (or a refreshing, healthy drink). Others enjoy getting out in nature and enjoying the fresh air while hiking or biking, clearing their minds and some prefer to spend time with their closest family and friends to reset their emotions.

However you define self-care is your prerogative.
The bottom line is: self-care should much less be defined but rather measured. We should be focusing on the benefits that come from self care.
You will always be more productive if you take a break. Whether you take an hour, a day, or just 15 minutes out of your busy schedule, you will feel refreshed after stepping away from your hectic life. Another plus: taking a break may even inspire you to come up with fresh ideas.

With all the forms of communication today, it isn’t easy to just be alone. Through our phones, we can call, text, video chat and DM someone with just a few clicks. We often get so caught up in what’s on our screen that we forget what it's like to be alone--or have an organic thought outside of what’s playing out there.
Though it might not sound appealing if you’re a more social person, taking time to be by yourself—for however long you want—can be so refreshing. Being alone can really give you time to disconnect from your everyday life and clear your mind. It’s okay to be alone sometimes and just be with our thoughts. We lose touch with who we are when we are always busybodies, at the constant whim of the stimuli swirling around us, and concerned with what everyone else is doing.
Here are a few quotes that will remind you to reconnect with yourself…
•	“You deserve better, you know you do.”
•	“Accept yourself, love yourself, and keep moving forward. If you want to fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.”
 •	 “Be gentle with yourself.”
 •	“Keep taking time for yourself until you are you again.”
•	“Don’t apologize for feeling something.”
•	“Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.”
•	“Know your limits, don’t push past them.”
•	“The only person who can pull me down is myself, and I’m not going to let myself pull me down anymore.”

Trying to take time to be alone is the easiest way to reset your mind. Take a walk by yourself, go shopping or eat a meal solo or even just meditate alone for a few minutes. However you practice your me-time, make sure that you are disconnecting from everything else for a moment.

SELF CARE QUOTES TO GET BACK TO ‘COOL, CALM &amp; COLLECTED’...
An overly busy person is like a ticking-time bomb. When your schedule is filled to the very last minute, if even one thing goes wrong, it can completely set you off. The smallest thing can make you want to rip our hair out. Your anger or whatever emotion it is, is completely disproportionate to whatever caused it, of course. Someone cut you off on the road, someone was late for an appointment, you can’t find a file you need--all of these things are minor in the grand scheme of things. But because you haven’t left yourself even a second to breathe, any one of them can feel like they’re shattering your carefully laid plans.
We have ALL experienced these times. And the only remedy is to step away, take a deep breath, splash some cool water on your face and move forward. Many times the things we stress about are ‘catastrophes’ that we can’t even recall in a matter of weeks. And if we do recall them, it’s usually with the thought--why did they make me so angry? It was not a big deal. It’s usually not the thing at all; it's all of the running-around bottled up inside you being released in that one moment that you’re experiencing.
It will get better if you just take time to recuperate and recollect your thoughts.
Take these quotes into consideration the next time you are ready to lose your marbles…
•	“Calm your mind, life becomes crystal clear.”
•	“It’s important to have a balance in your life between work and play.” 
•	“Remember: The thing is not the thing. It’s the thing you think about the thing.”
•	“Know when to let it go.”
•	“You can’t always control what goes on outside. But you can always control what goes on inside.” 
•“Life should be touched, not strangled. Let it happen at times and at others move forward with it.” 
•	“Nothing diminishes anxiety faster than action.” —Walter Anderson
•	“Control your own thoughts, stop letting them control you.”
•	“Smile, breathe, and go slowly.” 
•“It’s all about finding the calm in the chaos.” 
•	“Will it matter a year from now?”
•	“We cannot direct the wind, but we can adjust the sails.”

It's your world you live in. The sun, moon and stars may not always revolve around you, but you definitelyshouldn't be a second thought in your story.

It can be so easy to get caught up in what everyone else is doing. Comparing ourselves to others, concerning what others may be saying about you or even trying to out-do coworkers or friends, is a toxic trait that many of us should work on. We all work and live at a different pace. Self care means taking time to focus on yourself and only you, because you are the most important person in your life.
You are the author of your own story, don’t let somebody else write this chapter. 
Consider one of these self-care quotes as a reminder to take time to focus on yourself…
•	“Be passionate and totally worth the chaos.”
•	“She believed she could, so she did.”
•	“Focus on the good and the good gets better.”
•	“You have your own life, why waste it on focusing on others.” 
•	“The most important person to seek approval from is yourself.”
•	“You wouldn’t worry so much about what others think of you if you realized how seldom they do.” 
•	“It is not your job to set yourself on fire to keep others warm.”
•	“When you focus on yourself and love yourself, some relationships have to go
•	“The only person who has to believe in you is you.”
•	“Self-care is how you take your power back.” 

{SELF} LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED…
Taking care of oneself is an act of appreciation. Small or large, these acts of kindness are easy ways to make each day a little better. Whether you treat yourself to a fancy coffee drink from your favorite cafe or leave small notes around your home to make yourself smile on your not-so-great days, you are recognizing your hard work and showing love to yourself. No one is perfect and that is okay. This is an opportunity to recognize your favorite parts of you. We should all treat ourselves how we treat others. You wouldn’t push someone far past their limits and make them stressed beyond belief, so why do that to yourself?
Self care is self love.
Take these quotes and use them as a reminder that you are worthy of love, not only from others but yourself…
•	“Self love is never selfish.”
•	“Perfection is found in accepting your imperfections.”
•	“The most courageous act one can do is love each themself fully and unconditionally.”&nbsp;
•	“Be the love you always hoped for.” 
•	“There is no happy ending until you choose to save yourself.”&nbsp;
•	“The challenge is not to be perfect — it is to be whole.” 
•	“Never say you’re not good enough.”
•	“Be you, love you. All ways, always.”

WORKING ON LOVING YOU
A reminder to not be so hard on yourself. You deserve a breather and you need to take time for you. Treat yourself with the love and kindness you show others.
AFFIRMATIONS TO HEAL THE SOUL…&nbsp;&nbsp;
Now that we know the importance of self love, let’s practice it. Here are a few affirmations to read everyday, good or bad. They will equally lift your spirits and fill you with the confidence you need to take on any challenge life has in store for you.&nbsp;
Reading these affirmations in your head or out loud can completely flip your mindset in a matter of seconds. Clear your mind and focus on the meaning behind the words.&nbsp;
	•	“Hey you, no giving up, okay?”
	•	“I am worthy.”&nbsp;
	•	“I deserve the love I give to everyone else.”
	•	&nbsp;“I am beautiful today and everyday.”
	•	“I’m doing this for me.”
	•	“I am committed to bettering myself, for me and only me.
	•	“I will always believe in myself, I can do anything I set my mind to.”
BITE-SIZED SELF CARE…&nbsp;
Constantly running around and doing a million different things at once makes it hard to take a breather and reflect. In those moments, you don't have time to sit and ponder what deeper words of wisdom mean to you.&nbsp;
Here are a few&nbsp;quick reads to give you that short and sweet boost of energy when you only have a split second to get inspired…&nbsp;
	•	“Let go and let the universe do its thing.”&nbsp;
	•	“Dare BIG, Fear small.”
	•	“Tap into your magic.”&nbsp;
	•	“Follow what calls you.”&nbsp;
	•	“Love yourself hard.”&nbsp;

MINI SELF CARE
We all need that little pat on the back that lets us know we are on our way to great things, we just need to keep on keeping on. This bracelet is the perfect way to push forward in the moments where we can’t stop.

Have you taken a break this week to unwind?
How much did you smile or laugh today? 
When was the last time you took a day to yourself? — @undefined's mag on Magma

Lionsmane Mushroom is a wonderful health supplement and known to reverse cancer. Featured in the Netflix show,“Fantastic Fungi“, one story tells of a lady, diagnosed with little time left to live, too old for surgery or chemo, cured of her cancer after taking this natural supplement! Also, see the government studies in the photo link.

FDA approved and patented. This water distiller is unique, creating a hydrogen water bond that no other machine or filter system provides. Even though it’s not legal to use the word “cure“, there is proof that this water can reverse cancer, diabetes, Alzheimer’s &amp; more! See my other Mags for more info or visit the site.

Get Back to Nature — @undefined's mag on Magma

Poetry about childhood and relationship trauma — @undefined's mag on Magma

He requested my presence at some Airbnb he had rented for the next few days and sis made a run for it like Gabrielle in the olympics. Fixed dinner cleaned the house washed clothes and worked my shift before packing my bags. Hell my children are 17 and 10 within the privacy of our own home so I dipped. Via route 1 and 113 I make it to the house and little after midnight yet before quarter after.

Excited for my arrival said in the calls yet the lack of movement he displayed with assistance of my bags was in the negative, dude didn’t lift A finger until I lift my wrist as I made a signal for him to grab this. Hell I could have waited until the morning for this type of treatment, at least by then I would have had myself entirely together and not half ass. Either way I was there and no turning back at least not for the night. He showed me to the room and unbeknownst to me we had our own private bathroom which was a pleasant surprise.

As I begin to unpack my things I grab my phone to check the alert that had came through while I was trying to find the house. The text tore through me like a Vulture on dead flesh my eyes immediately filled with tears, my heart with grief and my lungs with cries. Once the sound pierced my ears I snapped back and closed my mouth, didn’t help as the moaning was a sound as well.

Aunt Anera had passed away. My heart was hurting. Good thing for the bathroom I reached for my towel rag and soap and made my way to the shower. Felt like it took me forever to get there. I held the towel to my mouth to muffle the cries. I started to rethink all over again, why I was there.

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Silent fights and solo flights
New heights
New life
Birds chirping, incense burning
Refa flowing, a steady motion
My daily potion
Free as the breeze that blows
Shedding layers just as quick as the trees that blow in an autumn breeze
New life is here 
Being birthed
Birthed of the natural

<h1>Let it all work out</h1>
It’s hard to climb a ladder with someone at the bottom kicking at it
Causing it to be unsteady 
Making you all panicky and nervous
Imagine that person being your partner
Young bitch so hype for a man done signed yourself up for some dumb shit
Blame myself for this one
Been sitting round here trying to take this pain like a G
Done turned me changed me 
Now he mad at me
“Too much like me” 
Is what he says
My demeanor so cold he thinks I’m trying to bump chest
Excuse me sir im a lady

<h1>Stop clock</h1>
Time is of thee essence! Don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today! Dream big work hard, your word is stone, don’t miss dates with those important to you or work/school related. Be ever present and remain steadfast
Steadfast in life
Steadfast in love
Steadfast in trust 
Work hard pray harder
Time is of thee essence don’t put off until tomorrow what you can do today.. Your presence is in the flesh here and now.

<h1>Domestic violence</h1>
Bigger than someone putting their hands on you!
Verbally killing your pride ego or self esteem 
Estranging you from anything that will help remember your name or from which you came
Fellas today love to play the blame game
Make babies and lay the burden on the momma for producing the seed
If it starts at day1 it will be there for the days to come
Domestic violence is much bigger than a physical thing
Killing the spirit
Killing the esteem 
Killing a person and not in the physical is extremely dangerous and is the worse form of domestic violence there is. 
If you are suffering from going through or know someone who is help pray them through. The strength is in numbers

<h1>Sideshow</h1>
A pain that is unreal 
👍🏽 
A hurt not needed to be inflicted 
On a life…. A life that obviously wasn’t on meant to be
Bring a baby home to me or
My family 
of 4
Is now plus 1 more
Ha 
Yeah this life is no more 
All locked doors and no you can’t have a key
Not to a motherfucking one pertaining to me
There is no we

Calm streams
Can be heard falling from the sky 
Puddles start to form
 Day showers 
The sky is bright from the sun
Flowers bathing in both
Nature again brings life
Rain drops fall bigger and harder
At a more rapid pace 
And the puddles, some have grown to the size where they look like lakes
You can view the rain drops falling gives the water a sort of wave forming
Lightning strikes across the sky
And a breeze blows through the kitchen window. As I stare out into the parking lot at what Mother Nature is doing. 
Sounds of rain beating on an empty flower pot can be heard atop the rain hitting the ground

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Sensations
Blissful feelings or thoughts there of

 I opened my eyes and there you laid directly next to me eyes shut in the most relaxed state. You looked peaceful, I tried not to bother you although my love language got the best of me. You opened your eyes and I asked how you got into my home. You opened the door for me when I called he said. I leaned down to kiss our lips and the universe exploded. There were stars and fairy dust all over. Every action that came to follow my body had been yearning for. We touched, kissed and orgasmed our way to ecstasy and you stayed the course. “I know you missed this dick” you whispered as I mounted you trying to insert that dick in me as you simultaneously flipped me and without a try inserted me. My back arched instantly even from the missionary position we were in. We jumped around on that bed for hours or what seemed to be. when I woke up it was only me, no signs or traces that you had ever been there, we were in another realm making each other holler😩

<h1>Bridges burned </h1>
Lighters and matches oh my

I have crossed some bridges just as I set the flame 🔥 
before moving on I’d always stop and speak intentions into the flame, 
most for the future. 
I’ve buried some stones and some 
other things I won’t name.

<h1>Last of a dying breed</h1>
80’s birthed me 90’s raised me

I could chew you up In a post for the world to see. Tag ya handle so there’s no misinterpretations of me talking behind your back. Good thing for you is I ain’t built like that! For certain that’s no bad thing standards are a must. They tell the story different when they are healed is what the post said as he was leaking his own blood all over hims mommas tiled basement floors. Steady poking at folks indirectly in the blind spots where he think they can’t see. I vibrate higher I am more always at the top peering over. Thank God this shit is over.

<h1>Sensations ✌🏽</h1>
These feelings be feeling

Now just me being up at this hour! 
A couple shots of royal and quarter L later 
La la la la
All American and commercials
I’m feeling like this is rehearsal 
A flic of the bic and a prayer to the flame
A hit of the flower that intoxicates my brain
Numbs the pain 
Story here
Work I know doesn’t make it a story
It’s the glory….
No victim it’s the victorer
Means the one that holds the title
Means the one that over came
Steady crying dead and broke figured out how to be the money and the power
Mind in motion head steady focused 
So much movement don’t know what to do what with it
Too personal
Bad connection or is it perception 
Such a big deal why not take a photo to help reflect it

Silence is needed
Sshhhhhhh


Shhhhhhh
There’s a noise that plays in my ears every time you come near
Reminds me of the sound that played on the television in the wee hours of the night when I was a little tike 
Can’t hear much else
Blocks out all the thoughts that ever were there in the first place
There’s this noise 
And it’s starting to make me annoyed
Can’t hold a thought all on count of it
Much rather do without it
Could care less then to be annoyed 
Time to dead the noise

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<h1>Chapter 1 Part 1 -The Beginning- </h1>

“Look at her, she’s perfect for the mission.” Violet said. “She was born with a piece of the life tree crystal. She must be very powerful!” The new father said. “What should we call her?” Violet asked. “Look at her eye’s Violet, We name her Storm. “Hello Storm.” A dark voice said. “Stay out of this Sunshine.” Violet said. Oh Violet, let me see my cousin.” Sunshine said sweetly. Violet let Sunshine see. “She looks deadly.” Sunshine looked at her oddly. “Particularly deadly…” “Sunshine!! SHE WILL NOT KILL HER YOUNGER SIBLINGS!!” Violet cried. “I know, but she might kill someone…a few someones.”￼￼

Chapter 1 part 2 -Willow-


“She’s more perfect then Storm!” Sunshine said. “Mother, what if she acts nothing like us though.” Lightbeam said. “Then we send her to the human world.” Sunshine replied. “But we still wait until she’s 13 dragon years. “Yes mother.” Lightbeam said. “But mother her life crystal…” “Yes Lightbeam, I’m aware that it’s not from the life tree… but it does have hints of black.” “From her father.” A voice piped up. “STORM!” Sunshine said￼ through her teeth￼. “I’m done with you!” Sunshine nearly stabbed her claws into Storms ￼ neck￼￼. “Sunshine, my dear cousin, are you turning into your dragon form?!” “Maybe I am maybe I’m not!” Sunshine said. “Ok. See you later Sunshine!” And Storm turned into a crystal dragon and flew off. “I’ll get her…” “Mother?” Lightbeam said. “What will you name her?” “Willow” Sunshine said.

<h1>Chapter 1 Part 3 -Midnight and Sunrise-</h1>


“She’s hideous!” ￼Sunbeam cried. “She is.” Sunshine agreed. “Mother she is NOT that bad!” Willow argued. “We should have never laid the egg on this rock at midnight! And just look at her sister, she looks HUMAN!” Sunlight said to herself. “Name that one Sunrise and that one Midnight.” Lightbeam said. “Fine, WHERE IS BLOODMOON!?” Sunrise yelled. “Right here.” Bloodmoon said. “Take your hideous daughters! One to the mud kingdom and that other one to the human world!” “Fine, I’ll take Midnight first.” So he flew off with Midnight. “ Hello Midnight, your just like me, I can tell by the way you look at me. Little mindreader, don’t worry I’ll come back for you and your sisters, Willow and Sunrise.” “Dada.” Midnight Said. Midnight gazed up at him. Bloodmoon could hear it in his mind, “Fire is coming to scorch the land, lava is coming to burn the moons, water will bring down the sun, unless their all found.” A prophecy already?! “Little Midnight, who needs to be found?”

<h1>Chapter 1 Part 4 -A lot of years later-</h1>


“Midnight! It’s time for you to get up!” Said Amber. “Yes Mother.” Midnight replied. Knock Knock. “Who could that be??” Amber said. Amber opened the door to a girl a little older then Midnight was standing there. “How may I help you?” Amber asked. “I am Forest. I am here to finally take my daughter Midnight.” She replied. “Um, excuse the mess, would you like tea?” Amber said. “Sure, not if its a bad time though.” Forest said. “Oh no, come in!” Amber said. Amber turned to Midnight. “And Midnight,go to your room.” Amber said quickly. “Ok mother.”

<h1>Chapter 1 Part 5 -Forest-</h1>


“You see, I was being chased when she hatched and so I had to leave her here.” Forest said. “Ok,but I don’t know how Midnight will react to this.” Amber said nervously. “Let me handle this myself. Can I talk to her?” Forest asked. “Yes she’s in her bedroom.” Amber said. “Thank you.” “Wait Forest, you know about her powers right?” Amber asked. “What?” Forest said. “Midnight is a Dark Night Dragon.” “NO!! THEIR EXTINCT!!” Forest shouted. But in her mind she said, “She reads minds…”

<h1>Chapter 2 Part 1 -Storm Again-</h1>


“DAD,NO!” Storm shouted. “She deserves it Storm!” He answered. “NO!” Storm had tears building up. “If you want it kill mother, you have to face me first.” Storm placed herself in front of her mother. “Storm, out of the way!” He said. Storm bit her father in the arm. “Ow!” He said. “It’s poisoning you.” Storm replied. He looked around and saw a bus. He hopped on and drove away. “Mother, are you okay?” Storm asked. She saw that she was turning invisible. Potions.

Chapter 2 Part 2 -The Potion Master-


DING! “Hello, welcome to “Willow’s Potion Shop.” How may I help you?” Willow said. “Hello I’m Storm and I’d like to know if anyone received a invisibility potion recently?” “Yes, a few hours ago someone came and bought a invisibility potion.” Willow answered. “Wait…STORM!! Aunt Storm! Why are you asking did you find my sisters??” Willow cried. “Willow listen, that was my DAD!” Storm said. “So?” Willow asked. “He splashed it on my mom and drove away on a bus!” Storm cried. “He’s a bus driver.” Willow said. “An evil one.” “SO,DO YOU HAVE AN SOMETHING THAT CAN MAKE IT STOP!!” Storm cried. “Ummm, no.”

<h1>Chapter 2 Part 3 -Siblings-</h1>


“Storm, have you seen mom or dad, I haven’t seen them.” Thunder asked. “Yes, dad splashed an invisibility potion on mom and drove away on the bus. So I went to Willow’s and she said it would never wash off.” Storm replied. “WHAT??” Thunder exploded. “Bro, calm down!” Storm said. “We need to find the rest of the family.” Storm said. “First we ask Sunshine where her other 3 daughters are.” “What? I’m an uncle?” Thunder said. “Willow is one of the 4 sisters. We need to find the other 3. And then we need to find our other sister, Forest.” Storm ignored her brother.

Chapter 2 Part 4 -Twilight-


 Do do do, SUPER SPY!! Thought Twilight as she grabbed an apple and walked away. “Stealing apples again!” A voice said. “Be lost Leo!” Twilight’s claws were twitching. “Sorry pup.” “I’M NOT A PUP!! I’M AN ADULT WOLF!” Twilight slashed her claws at Leo’s face. “Owwww” Leo covered his eye and ran away. “Finally someone doing something to my brother.” Varo said. “He deserves it.” Twilight answered. “Ha, I think I’ve beat him up enough!” Varo replied. “

<h1>Chapter 2 Part 5 -Sunrise-</h1>


“MOMMMMMMM!” Sunrise called. “Yes?” “Can I go play outside with a friend?” Asked Sunrise. “Yes,but be back before dinner!” Sunrise’s adoptive mother answered. Sunrise ran outside and ￼made her way down a ally way. “Twilight?” Sunrise said. “Over here!” Twilight answered. “Hi,I’m ready for training!” Sunrise said. “Girl, I don’t think your a wolf!” Twilight said, “But there is many different types of creatures. I heard a dragon attacked the town down the road!” “Why?” Sunrise asked. “A dragon speaker said she was looking for her sisters.” Twilight answered.

This is part one of a STORY — @undefined's mag on Magma

“Happiness is like the golden hour” 
What do I mean by that? Well…
Happiness comes and goes. It usually last for an hour or two. Just like the golden hour.

And it’s fun.

Though happiness is good and fun it can be a bit of a mess.
If you think something is so funny so you the stupid things then it’s a bit of a mess to me. I drew on my arm in school and I thought it was funny. Then I was having a laughing fit and I felt I have dying of laughter ( in a fun way) and after that my arm was covered in big “BIG TIME RUSH” texts.

<h1>“COLD BOODED”</h1>
Why “ cold blooded” ? 
Well it sounds cool and I’m talking deep about life in a funny way. So yeah.

Here you have lyrics to a song named “ COLD BLOODED” bc it’s cool so it’s free to use. Make it better and feel free to take some inspiration gahahahah.


Life is so cold
But when I’m not alone 
I get warm and old
More like bold 
Seeking adventures 
More like a treasure 
Buried in the ground 
As I put down the knife
I feel it
(Yeah) 
I feel it
It’s so cold but I’m already used to it
(Yeah) 
I’m cold blooded
(Cold blooded)
I’m co co co cold blo blo blo bood 
As I feel it going down my spines.

<h1>THE END!! </h1>
I hope you liked it heheh. 
Bye.

A short book about life. But it’s fun and deep written from my perspective. — @undefined's mag on Magma

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Mathematics — @undefined's mag on Magma

<h1>Toxic Water</h1>
ALL Bottled, Tap and Filtered water is toxic!

<h2>The Geology &amp; Environmental Sciences department at SUNY Fredonia conducted a study which showed that a number of brands of bottled water are contaminated by microplastic.</h2>
<h2>The researchers tested 11 different brands of water from 27 different lots. Overall, 259 individual bottles were tested.</h2>
<h2>93 percent of the bottles showed a sign of microplastic contamination, the researchers say.</h2>
<h2>The data collected by the researchers suggests that the “contamination is at least partially coming from the packaging and/or the bottling process itself,”</h2>
<h1>YOU CAN’T KILL ANY VIRUS INCLUDING THE CANCER VIRUS, BY PURIFYING WATER ONE TIME, AS THEY AREN’T EASY TO DESTROY!</h1>
<h1>Therefore, You have to RE PURIFY water 100’s OF TIMES PER GALLON with HIGH-INTENSITY UV and HEAT, NOT ONCE!!</h1>
Click link in photo to see timeline of destruction on pathogens

<h1>HOW IT WORKS:</h1>
<h2>One gallon of energized-distilled water in about 2 hours and up to 10 gallons/hour of energized tap water! If you are on a supply that people drink, you can drink energized tap water (or mix the two) with the same results! Unlike any other product (it’s patented world-wide) water is recycled 100’s of times/gallon (not once) with a ultraviolet lamp in the top of the boiler (with a transformer) that destroys anything! Ordinary products don’t recycle water. Organisms can’t be removed in only one cycle through ordinary products!</h2>
<h2>Air cooler with stirrer</h2>
<h2>So that more oxygen can be consumed during the energizing process.</h2>
<h2>Adding just a portion of this water to toxic water will turn the toxic water into healing water!</h2>

<h1>Curing Diseases </h1>
Cancer, Diabetes, Alzheimer’s and more!

CLICK THE PHOTO LINK FOR VIDEO PROOF TESTS!
Excerpts from website:
<h2>Ground-breaking studies conducted by Oxford University scientists in 2009 conclusively concluded that injecting cancerous tumors with oxygen “significantly boosts the chance of recovery.” By restoring oxygen levels to that of a normal cell, the tumors become three times more sensitive to treatment. The study used oxygen to cure multiple forms of cancer. </h2>
<h2>One afternoon, about ten years ago, a man called John Ells, shocking him when he said: “Your machines cure cancer!” When Ellis asked him how he knew that, the caller said: “I’ve been an oncologist for 30 years. I just retired from <a href="https://www.johnellis.com/sloan-kettering-oncologists/">Sloan Kettering</a> and I don’t have access to your machines anymore!” He identified himself as Dalton Kinsella M.D.</h2>
<h2>If you watch the demonstration video on the John Ellis website, you will see how easy it is for his machine to alter the bond angle of water from 104° to 108° and split bonded hydrogen/oxygen molecule in two molecules, and our body temperature burns up the hydrogen, leaving the oxygen. Since our blood is 94% water, the hydrogen molecule burns off the markers for anything you can name in your bloodstream.</h2>

<h1>Science Data</h1>
Click photo link for data sheet


 <h2>York Lab test showing our water is 827x purer than regular water. This fact left scientists at Corning absolutely stunned. Also a Bacteria Destruction Chart that shows how the UV kills off different pathogens and viruses.</h2>

<h2>A dairy farmer called John and told him your water has so many great health benefits. He also told John he was in danger of losing his dairy farm, because his milk production has gone way down. John told him “It has to do with your well water”. The farmer then proceeded to treat his well with John Ellis Water. The bacteria level after treating his well went to “0”. Luckily, The University of Minnesota monitored his well before and after treating his well with John Ellis Water.</h2>

ABOUT THE ENGINEER -Excerpt
<h2>Including the water distiller he invented years ago, John has also invented some ‘impossible’ things, which seem to be his specialty. While at the Choate School, he was acquainted with George and Igor Sikorsky (the sons on the helicopter inventor) and they peaked his interest in aerospace. Because of these connections, he invented a measuring device that keeps our airplanes safe- even today. He was 17. Because of this success and interest in aerospace design, he later became an engineer at Douglas Aerospace.</h2>

 <h2>To add to his collection of inventions, John Ellis also created a micro switch that operates on-off within .0001 of an inch- about 1/40th of a human hair thickness- for military/industrial use.</h2>


To read the full bio, click on the link in the photo above

<h1>☑️DISCLAIMER:</h1>
<h2>I am not affiliated in any way or get paid to promote this product. </h2>
<h2>I am looking forward to purchasing this machine in the future! At this time I make my own water as I am blessed to have access to a reverse osmosis machine. I do also add nutrients to. See my other Mag on healing and living naturally. </h2>
John Ellis Website disclaimer:
Since I am an Engineer not a Doctor, this information is for educational purposes only. It is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent disease. Statements contained herein have not been evaluated by the Food &amp; Drug Administration. As in all health situations, as was done in this report, qualified professionals should be consulted.

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<h1>Yeahhh!!!!!</h1>
So I have a fiver shop now. Message me for details, I will respond very quickly. Details on my shop. <a href="https://www.fiverr.com/share/j574X9">https://www.fiverr.com/share/j574X9</a>

New fiver shop! — @undefined's mag on Magma

<h1>In Dr Rigneys book</h1>
“Darwin’s Challenge answered” 
He very impressively, disproves the theory of evolution, through seemingly obvious encounters, proving two things. One we could better ourselves as a society, if we would ever so simply cease believing every word we hear through media and again ever so simply ask a question for ourselves and think about the problem ourselves first, before jumping to whatever so and so,s conclusion was, whatever it may be, if we as a society could do this, we would be much more self reliant and far more intelligent than we now. 
And two, of course the obvious one, disproving Darwin’s theory with ease. 
In fact part of the reason why it was so easy to disprove Darwin’s theory of evolution, was the theory was never complete from the start, a theory is supposed to solve problems not make them, so when you have a theory that raises more questions than explanations, it’s either a poor theory or a incomplete one, and should never be taken as fact until it can withstand any challenge brought upon it.

Darwin’s theory answered, by my eye doctor Dr J Rigney  — @undefined's mag on Magma

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<h1>-Without my mask-</h1>

Some days when I wake up, I get this horrible feeling far worse than ever imaginable, it’s like suicide and betrayal all at once. The agony is unmeasured, It makes me want to drive a corroded blade of silt through my heart and watch the blood pour out onto the floor. Because that would be better than what I felt right then. 
And then it passes, but not the memory, it stays with me, day in and day out, and I’m forced to cover up, and put on my smile, play the game, so I do, I put on my mask, and never tell anyone my agony, because I know that if I did, everything would crumble beneath me.

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Scotland

My photography — @undefined's mag on Magma

Nottingham

My favourite time of the year. It’s always beautiful seeing everyone get together and having a great time. We all get so caught up in our everyday lives, we need to remember to spend some time with the important people we have around us, disconnect from social media and our phones and have a little break.
My boyfriend and I went on a trip to the Christmas Market. Although it was freezing cold outside, walking around was definitely worth it! All the food choices, the lights, the Christmas music, it was an amazing atmosphere. It makes you forget about everything else and live in the moment.

Christmas Market  — @undefined's mag on Magma

<h1>Artificial Intelligence</h1>
<h2>What is AI art?</h2>
AI art is art that has been created using artificial intelligence. This can include a wide range of techniques and approaches, from using AI algorithms to generate images or sounds, to using AI to assist with the creative process. Some artists may use AI to create entirely new forms of art, while others may use it to enhance or augment their existing work. In general, the goal of AI art is to explore the intersection of art and technology, and to push the boundaries of what is possible in the world of art.
Every image and some text in this Mag was generated by AI.

I know it’s heavy seeing A LOT of me…but let’s focus on how INSANE this technology is. I simply imported 10 photos. All photos have to be in selfie or portrait format, which can be easily found in your albums when opening up your camera roll. 
Upload photos, then in minutes you have 100’s of variations of brand new art made by who? AI mixed with the food you feed it.

<h2>Here is an example of ChatGPT</h2>
Dall-E doesn’t only allow you to make images based off of description, but now allows you to type what you want and AI will draft up the “almost” perfect copy in 1 second. 
As you see above, I wrote 1 line and below is what was generated in one second. This is mind blowing. 
 AI text is important because it allows machines to understand and generate human-like text, which makes them well-suited for tasks such as chatbots and virtual assistants. This can be useful in a wide range of applications, including customer service, language translation, and content generation. By using AI to process and generate text, businesses and organizations can improve the efficiency and accuracy of their operations, and provide better service to their customers. Additionally, the use of AI in text-related tasks can help to improve the user experience by making it more convenient and enjoyable to interact with machines. Where was this when I was in school!!

“DALL-E and DALL-E 2 are deep learning models developed by OpenAI to generate digital images from natural language descriptions, called "prompts". DALL-E was revealed by OpenAI in a blog post in January 2021, and uses a version of GPT-3 modified to generate images”.
Under both images, the caption was the exact description typed in to generate the images. In seconds, Artificial Intelligence painted these!

Artificial Intelligence On The Rise   — @undefined's mag on Magma

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A little sloppy but still great  — @undefined's mag on Magma

Glamis

<h1>Glamis Sand Dunes - Part 2</h1>
I guess we’ve decided that Glamis will be an annual ritual for Thanksgiving weekend. We all have Thanksgiving with our families and Friday morning it’s off to the dunes!
2 Campers, 2 trucks and 4 Can-am Mavericks. We love the big boy toys! 
When arriving to Glamis, first objective is to pick our spot. Out of thousands of people setting up shop, it’s not so easy to find your home for the weekend but we always seem to set camp in the best location. Once camp is set, it’s ride till you die, BBQ until there’s no more fire and meat and relax on a good ol’ American bud light. 
Let the adventures begin 👇

One of our few damages this weekend. 
Can-ams can definitely take a beating in the dunes but this should not have happened…on the whoops, the front hit the base and completely broke the arm of the car that holds the wheel…stuck in the dunes is not ideal…
Towing out of the sand is a nightmare but we made the best of it. All the “hiccups” just adds more fun to trip :)

You can tell we were patiently waiting for help to arrive ☠️

Glamis Sand Dunes - 11/25/22 — @undefined's mag on Magma

<h1>Happy Birthday Asher!</h1>
<h2>Nothing like a 6:45am Birthday cake wake-up. </h2>
<h2>Don’t get used to it Asher!</h2>
<h2>I’ve always said when my first child turns 2, we are going to Disneyland! We had the best time and Asher was so great!</h2>
We already can’t wait to go again!
 ⏭️

<h1>Let the adventures begin!</h1>
We arrived at Disneyland at 10am. Asher took a nice nap the whole way there so he can be juiced for the day! We brought my Nana, Asher’s great grandma with us! Was a very special day. 
We went on Jungle cruise, winnie the pooh, Buzz Lightyear, Tea Cups, Cars and more. Lots of walking and lots of eating. 
Highly recommend taking your kid when he or she reaches 2. So much to do and so much to see. Disneyland is so stimulating for them, was so awesome to see his excitement!

I was nervous about lines before getting there. Not sure how to keep a 2 year old standing in one place for 20 + minutes. Asher surprised us with his patience 🙏😂. He was so great every step of the way. 
Tip - bring some yummy snacks for the lines ;)

Disneyland For Asher’s Birthday  — @undefined's mag on Magma

New York

<h1>Piccola Cucina</h1>
Soho &amp; UES, New York City

<h1>Carbone</h1>
Greenwich Village, NYC

<h1>Bar Pitti</h1>
Greenwich Village, New York City

<h1>Lil’ Frankie’s</h1>
East Village, NYC

<h1>Locanda Verde</h1>
Tribeca, New York City

<h1>Caffe Buon Gusto</h1>
Upper East Side, NYC

<h1>American Bar</h1>
Greenwich Village, New York City

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