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Friday, November 6th, 2009
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Avast!
Our Lady of Space
and the stream dreaming
the plural light has become
one
the shape of her body
as she arches over
bend to kiss
Unite! for we are her bliss
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Thursday, November 5th, 2009
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Friday, October 30th, 2009
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Calvin: Dad, how come old photographs are always black and white? Didn't they have color film back then?
Dad: Sure they did. In fact, those old photographs are in color. It's just the world was black and white then.
C: Really?
D: Yep. The world didn't turn color until sometime in the 1930s, and it was pretty grainy color for a while, too.
C: That's really weird.
D: Well, truth is stranger than fiction.
C: But then why are old paintings in color?! If the world was black and white, wouldn't artists have painted it that way?
D: Not necessarily. A lot of great artists were insane.
C: But... but how could they have painted in color anyway? Wouldn't their paints have been shades of gray back then?
D: Of course, but they turned colors like everything else in the '30s.
C: So why didn't old black and white photos turn color too?
D: Because they were color pictures of black and white, remember?
Calvin and Hobbes by Watterson
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8*
note of the throat
the clearing chant
remake the storms
undo the can't
the scratches tickle
what lover leaves
rise above
we're hovering
*8
space happening
in blood gaps
mirrored meat
is more than flesh
spark fire in our body sun
living through raditation
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Thursday, October 29th, 2009
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he'd eat his own cum. like little servants of supericity, he'd send them out on missions of great
glory. open up the moment. "heal my body" he'd tell them. and they would. just give them a sense of purpose and they can do anything. in his scramble of anxiety to help society, his current project is spinning a globe and ejaculating onto it, sending help to places at chances choice. that's a big key to letting the universe speak to you. it's in the bits between randomness that youopen up the cosmic voice. whether it be staring into tea leaves, conversations with the starry night or the talk of tarot cards. a cleared mind and a quick point to a random page will give you the answer to the question you've been keeping locked up and down in yourself. sometimes before you can even figure...
"...out the question. throw out the question, wait, and look into the feeling just before. The wonder that leads the wanderer."
who said this? and who is saying this? where is a feeling? what does the traveling potent pouts do when they're all made about and moved and more moments ununder?
"...out the queston and on with the quest"
The ununder was the noking of wonder,
did not serve a master, nor made ranks of men.
he wrote about stirry type thunder.
and faith stored good stories right in."
"I know a mask is not a real place to stay.
i wore it quite out and fed the stinging to day
who burned it right up to make new rooms of noon
out with the old time worshipers of soon"
"where is the waiting in which lies are alive?
i made a making of hollow parts hive
"he went on down to hollow parts hive.
boy said he's sick of the way that we talk.
of the "oh boy's" and "better be's" and the cutting of stalks.
well i'm not sure, but i know so.
that there's no use in beating the bread
if it's been already been
knead."
rack that mental makeup,
smear it around
until your no longer petty bage
or the face of a clown
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Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
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“Who speaks for the thalamus, the glands, the cells of the organism? Who sees the organism? We cover it with clothes to hide its apehood. We won’t have liberated ourselves from servitude until people throw all their clothes in the closet in spring and don’t take them out again until winter. We won’t be human beings, the way apes are apes and dogs are dogs, until we fuck where and when we want to, like any other mammal. Fucking in the streets isn’t just a tactic to blow minds; it’s recapturing our own bodies. Anything less and we’re still robots posessing the wisdom of the straight line but not the understanding of the organic curve.” Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea - The Eye in the Pyramid
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Monday, September 21st, 2009
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"Everyone sits in the prison of his own ideas.
A human being is a part of the whole called by us "Universe," a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest- a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness.
This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty." - Albert Einstein
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Tuesday, August 11th, 2009
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the window
is blowin
into the wind
a view without a room
i wrote you a letter
in the poetry
that is the universe
i know you're out there
we are universe
cause you are in me
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wise or otherwise
11
into
2
one is the feeling
of the belief crossing true
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Tuesday, September 9th, 2008
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like a poor,
digital dolphin
jumping through floating hoops
for tap mouse tests
,clickspeed
through the posinega pointless
let still to a point
tickle the insides insides
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Friday, January 25th, 2008
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i say
this was made by your advertisers
i say
fuck you.
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Thursday, January 24th, 2008
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watch out for blinking lights that stain your eyes
anthropop
is out
in
interstring directionless happenings
the way out is through
you
are
aggregate like blueberry appregiators
be vine
when you remember
yourself as not
a mine
explode as pieces float
holding hands with lacuna
we enter her
the way through this life and death
is the space between
between our breath
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Wednesday, December 19th, 2007
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reform and meet between
in the middle of the pendjallums swing
at times i may be in necesit
but i just realize
they are just times
and i am mine
all that ive been is now,
like past lives
and we are ready
to becomeis
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Sunday, December 16th, 2007
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wearing dress, looking to lively, and you should be here.
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Friday, November 2nd, 2007
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Thursday, November 1st, 2007
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if you'd like to change your life read the book of secrets by osho
also, this goes extremely well with any books by casteneda on don jaun.
then for the whole new old get on some grant morrison pop magic
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