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1. Good artists make me cry. You might call them tears of joy, but honestly - it feels like tears of recognizing something I didn't know I had missed for eons. I cry because it suddenly hurts to not have had the feeling before. When something seem...
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we came from the greenbays, tending the trees, the soil, the plumbing finally back at the inn, weary, dirty, but free after being cleaned off by the dirt recycler, we gathered in the back room the chairs we... read more
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in the streams of possibility humming the current tune of ever-change
waves of maybes interfere beingness born as a ghostly vibration existence, sensing the wavepool from a glass-worth of water within ... read more
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1. Good artists make me cry. You might call them tears of joy, but honestly - it feels like tears of recognizing something I didn't know I had missed for eons. I cry because it suddenly hurts to not have had the feeling before. When something seems true and from the heart and uncensored, it just gets right to my inner core and I have no defense for that.
Mon, October 15, 2007 - 10:35 AM
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2. I grew up in a small rural village, now I live in a small city. Hey, it's Norway. It's all kinda small. I did live for a year and a... read more we came from the greenbays, tending the trees, the soil, the plumbing finally back at the inn, weary, dirty, but free after being cleaned off by the dirt recycler, we gathered in the back room the chairs were good, that's why we stayed the first time. the second time was just bad luck. from then on, it was tradition. the event machine in the back room showed us the spacetime edited, of course, by the finest of minds. ... read more
in the streams of possibility humming the current tune of ever-change
Tue, July 17, 2007 - 5:19 AM
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waves of maybes interfere beingness born as a ghostly vibration existence, sensing the wavepool from a glass-worth of water within I'm learning see the pool sing! wanting sing, pool, sing! self-preservingly lusting for more yeah, shake it harder, boom boom, rah rah but please... read more
...so I will now count to 3.
Thu, June 29, 2006 - 8:53 AM
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One. Two. Three. Test complete.
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