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Writer/Musician/Philosophy and a bundle of opposites all working together to form an interesting expression of unique contradictions--none of them mutually exclusive. Excuse me for being so candidly inscrutible, its just that whatever I say seems to be anti-true, i.e. true also in its contradictory form. I'm just a too little to say, too much to explain, sort of guy.
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Sat, June 30, 2007 - 9:59 PM
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That's why I love this painting of a Saint holding his cut off tongue--before G-d we are all mutes. But I couldn't get this picture to stand up straight-- I suppose even metaphors are sideways in regard to the ineffable.
Fri, February 23, 2007 - 3:02 PM
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is who you are.
Sat, January 27, 2007 - 12:37 AM
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How to see, is where you're at. Where to look, is what will be. 
I don't know what got into me, but I started to write nonsensically, perhaps because I don't know who I'm writing to and it seemed like the best thing to do was to write a long run on sentence so that, even if you just read one sentence you would get an impression, very probably, a false impression, of the writer--even though who the author is, is another bit of writing-- and because it was a question of tone, a tone that rambling can emit, like the sound of tires on the road from inside a car, a tone like quiet hum of the fridge syncopated by the clicking of a clock, a tone that is only recognized whilst alone and aware.
Mon, November 20, 2006 - 12:10 PM
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In this dream of mine
Thu, October 26, 2006 - 11:50 PM
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unless I choose to make a solid bit of time,
Captain's Log Cabin, Stargaze Forever
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this floating world reflected in the lens of my cell phone shines for you.
The Ultimate Truth is unspeakable
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That's why I love this painting of a Saint holding his cut off tongue--before G-d we are all mutes. But I couldn't get this picture to stand up straight-- I suppose even metaphors are sideways in regard to the ineffable.
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