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If I were a flower it would have blue-black iridescent petals and smell like old books and molasses. If I were a song it would actually be an old photo of an etching of a steam train in one of those little glass shakey-snowflake water dioramas. I refuse to conform or be categorized. I exibit unusual tendencies. I am as cozy with my energetic 6th senses as I am with the regular senses.. We are really "receivers" floating through a kaleidoscopic sea of frequency, and what we extract from this sea and transmogrify into physical reality is but one channel from many extracted out of the superhologram. I stole that last sentence. Synchronicity and coincedence spiral out from my being to the past and future. I have removed my filter so you get it straight from the brain stem with me, So I'm learning to just hold my tounge. I threw away my societys yardstick, and I now judge myself by my own krooked staff. I reccomend thinking and analyzing, What is your role in the whole? what real impact do you have on your immediate surroundings and associates? Have you developed your own take on spirituality, or do you simply follow some outdated dogmatic system? Do you even know what you really want? As we approach 2012 and the edges of reality begin to fray and mingle, as the bizarre becomes commonplace and the pace of the pace of changes can't keep up with itself. Will you fall apart with the crumbling empire? Or have you been waiting to lead the new way?