dropped out of school at 19 to open up a coffee shop, 7 store fronts 10 years later, i'm even more in love with helping create communities, back in the pre fox news myspace day i was a "bulletin rockstar" people really liked the links, so i would continue posting and sharing, so it really encouraged me to take my link sharing to a place that advertisements wouldn't insult our people, somewhere local and organic that could grow out of your city proper. looking forward, phil tadros philcoextra.com I take photos with my phone, like all the time. If ya wanna learn about my business production stuff check out Philcoextra or my LinkedIn wesume. Link me :[] it's my first web community and i really appreciate it when people get involved! thanks. philip tadros _______________________________________________________________________________


Can people be, without thought? Wouldn't that just be the purist way to exchange? In the development of such a complex creature, so much has been made up > to keep us further from anything original in being. The original language is feeling. When you build light-years of man made patterns, all just to reference back to an original instinctual quiver of emotion, you've already gone to far from the extreme truth in life. Going along with what I know, and what we all know, Is the daily challenge we secondarily face, in all seconds. A collective of what we call time. So, which do I choose, the me I know, not tolerant to confusion, or the we that we play, the situational reference. What do you do when you have a coincidental exchange that can be so embraced as a possible solution with fixed preferences and alternative motives, but smother it with possible outcomes in a fearful effort to uphold you future states of circumstance. Be as fruitful as you didnt know the past and preconceived future. The sidetracks of the human vine bringing you closer to knots. The only time you feel afloat is the allowance to be soaked in centered soil. Coincidence is often smeared with reiteration of past situation. Taking you into echoes of what once was fertal land. The fine line of the forgotten we all once knew. It happen in spurts of moments & we linger on what they once felt. Shielding the moments flowfull exchange. When all is present, our sensitivity to what trampled reason in a Flickermint of thought. [phil tadros 4am 2004ish]