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#1 Posted : 2/4/2010 11:02:40 PM
To unravel the week
when it ends,
snakes dance under
lightning stems.

A future memory I dream,
I will remember then

Until
geometric magnetism
amongst the composition
empathizes with the storm
which recrystallizes in the sun
shines right through you.

Today we celebrate the photons which squirm between everything we art
and the tubes I crawl through to see you +



Trickling bioluminescent synchronizations
flowing under faces
like dotted electronica synesthetic
jellyfish reality,
under air.

We tenticlate toward,
receding with lunar waning
and the overall oxidization of disposable space ships.

 
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#2 Posted : 2/4/2010 11:05:27 PM
glambazle zimzang....glomdor manycracker
it's a sound
 
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#3 Posted : 2/4/2010 11:29:56 PM
Quote:
... disposable space ships


best description of a human body I've heard. Excellent

"at journey's end, we must begin again"
 
Folding Worm•
#4 Posted : 5/8/2010 3:15:38 AM
It's a holy night

A night you could wander amongst the fire flies delight


You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you. - Robert Anton Wilson
 
stevowitz
#5 Posted : 5/8/2010 4:23:51 AM
made me wiggle with joy :]
*We are now at a phase of human development where we have accumulated an enormous amount of knowledge through scientific research in the material world. This is very important knowledge, but it must be integrated. -Hoffman
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Oncewas
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#6 Posted : 5/10/2010 12:02:54 AM
Take me to the desert; a fish out of water.
A cemetary for so many.
A home for the strong, and the strange.
Take me to the desert,
where the sole drink lay in the sharp trichocereus.
The beautiful emerald statues,
blissful in the arid climate.
To stand amongst the novel and the powerful.
The friction of the silica,
alive,
rustling in the hot breeze.
Take me to the desert; a fish out of water.
 
 
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