Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day forty ... hand's entry ...

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the god's up on the hill top ... playing marbles ... every day ... as a child ... marveling ... at all the things that one could say ... we only truly know ... what we can put into words ... what have you been telling yourself ? what have you been talking about with others ? can one really lie to themselves ? shards of truth in the lie ... shards of lies in the truth ... the pudgy sticky fingers of the toddler grip the wheel of the semi ... hurling down the highway ... at an incomprehensible speed ... freeze pop drips down the radiator ... crayon has graced its presence one all surfaces ... the window wont roll down ... the gills in your neck have evolved out of lack of necessity of use ... the fish yawned ... stretched and laid out a fresh hand of solitaire ... being seemingly the last of its kind wasn't a life that provided many opportunities to interact with any thing that wasnt just a reflection of imagination ... mirror ... mirror ... on the wall ... whats within your will ? what will you choose to reflect ? enantiomorphic-what ... ? ... to love your self ... to sew the seeds of new thought ... to fly the plane through the clouds of gentle guidance ... to dance with symbiotic symmetry ... synchronistically serendipitously repetitious ... the daily reminder ... the road we follow is paved in gold ... feel the electricity of that torus ... magnetically engulfing those personal event horizons we clutch in your conscious ...


we have no choice but to build ...







hanmas maykures

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