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Fri Dec 5, 2008, 6:01 PM
  • Mood: I Have To Pee
  • Listening to: random Floater
  • Reading: space fames and energy claims
  • Watching: Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland
  • Playing: Who stole the camera?
  • Eating: bullshit
  • Drinking: maniacal laughter
Seven draw the blood of heaven, two dance with a third in the evening skies, waiting for a fourth's demise. mmmm, this obscurity shall lead to a purity, but it's face will not reveal as much, screaming as it does before the turn and subsequent wink 'n' smile, and I tire. A thousand suns passing through spiral fingers, food for a bird in flight. Are we all cannibals? Light is good sustenance, you know. So does the iris, as well as the one in between. Ask HRM! It's phenomenal...

On the morrow winds I found what I will lose those many years ago while questioning the worth of the pond, and yet I cannot get through to you..ridiculous, the understatement, tries to explain this concept, but stumbled before it ever began, and a thousand windows became.

Up, please, and up and up and up and up and, ooh, what's this over here? OOps, I forgot to reMember again...

and then we laugh as the most scrutinous bullshitter attempts to wrap his head around utter simplicity. Nothings for granted, fool! Hahahahahaha....and god damn is still my name....

The other half knows, but the merging is incomplete, and so the one called I shall walk down this shady street, stuck on repeat while the specifics are (oddly) refreshed. Stand on the rug a hundred hundred times, and it will be tugged over and over until there is no attention left. Numbness, the one bliss that seems guaranteed, yet the layers are crushing first half's dream of being freed. It's like an eternal Rubix onion for those that seek, an eternal extension in minds that don't speak or eat.

It wasn't an apple, it was Teonanactl of Agaria, and the fractals were the point, the fruition being the enticement. A violent explo-cosm, a vibrant fluer de lis, not one sided, as only a glance at the carving would reveal, for the pool runs deep and has it's connections lie in the elsewhere. Shall we now see how we can be, now be how we see, eternally? I shall nap on this, and wake up on another petal, blinded by the shinies til I forget here again, as it becomes there once more and the need to explore overtakes the need to remember the explorer...

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