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A toast, of my best friend and I, "To the good old days; may they never return." for this project, i think that it is very important that we all concentrate on our talents. 1 ideal, 4 bodys, 8 hands, infinite ideas, infinite minds. together we can all do great things, but apart and co-operating we can do great things. i consider myself lucky to have even spent a night in a bar with you fine folks, imagin what i'll say after 'x' months. i plan on doing a series of the passage and disinigration put on us, and in us, of life, breath, thought, breathing, eating, growing, living, speaking, loving, voting and all other things considered faul by our state. till then:
nothing more then feelings.
described as a deep dull undefined pain. ever-present since memory can serve. simpler so stronger as a child, more complex so more consuming as an adult, developing so hindering development as an adolescent. simply feeling, nothing more nothing less. say not a gaze to the great abise, say just a glimpse of the world with its lights out. say it say 'not' what you'll be, say it say 'be' songs to no music. tell nothing of what you are; tell lingering not of what it is. tell it 'dust' be in your eyes, tell it ‘you’ dust be your eyes.
Flowers of light, fields of darkness.
eating the flower of light in the fields of darkness. we blind our self’s. see the death around us, to see the death in us. we made a choice. the order of the world is more then perception. cognitive ability not our sole measurement of relating. when the spirit dies, the mind is measured. there is no choice. only fatally impaired alterations of perception. when the body dies, the sole is weighed.
illusions of illumination is choice.
nothing more then feelings.
described as a deep dull undefined pain. ever-present since memory can serve. simpler so stronger as a child, more complex so more consuming as an adult, developing so hindering development as an adolescent. simply feeling, nothing more nothing less. say not a gaze to the great abise, say just a glimpse of the world with its lights out. say it say 'not' what you'll be, say it say 'be' songs to no music. tell nothing of what you are; tell lingering not of what it is. tell it 'dust' be in your eyes, tell it ‘you’ dust be your eyes.
Flowers of light, fields of darkness.
eating the flower of light in the fields of darkness. we blind our self’s. see the death around us, to see the death in us. we made a choice. the order of the world is more then perception. cognitive ability not our sole measurement of relating. when the spirit dies, the mind is measured. there is no choice. only fatally impaired alterations of perception. when the body dies, the sole is weighed.
illusions of illumination is choice.