Wondrous Monstrosity, Your lines divide into friends, stars, the void between them and once again into yourself.

Thought you might wanna know.

That.

The Space-between-Your-Navel misses you.

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An old post from another medium. Not relevant any longer, outdated, originally from the first of January of 2013. I keep here for posterity, a little and dusty stuffed animal on top of my shelf ( Read more... )

Heh, he, he... read this earlier today (not mine). Behind every dark cloud is a clear sky. Behind the clear sky is eternal darkness.

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Psyche wishes to know itself, know its world. A mote forms, a soul. Enraptured, making itself manifest, cells divide. Reaching out, veins form, neurons form, branching out. Yearning for existence, in love with its surroundings, in love with love, it grows outward, like a tree lapping up the sun.

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Cycles necessarily come to an end. When they do, new cycles begin. Whether or not you are a part of them is of no consequence to the cycle itself. Realising this causes tremendous pain. But this pain is a cycle, which we perpetuate, because we are a necessary factor of this particular cycle. So thus we cling, like an overgrown baby to a teat, to ( Read more... )

Goodnite
Sleep tite
Like the marrow of warm bones
In pupa,
transforming In the silken wrap of your dreams
Of your breath
Hot
Like your brow
Like your lips

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You can't get rid of your inner demons, but they are certainly up for dancing if you are willing to dance with them.

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'Things Fall Apart' is the only book I know that contains a complete summary and synopsis, including ending, character analysis and theme, not to mention spoiler, embedded into the title. Well, that and 'Everyone Poops'.

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From indolence I looked into corners I had abandoned long ago and found the same disappointments I had left behind, long ago. Like orphaned children from Dust Bowl photos: shriveled, hungry, dirty, destitute beyond despair, they feebly reached out, latched on, snuggled close, nuzzled their mouths to me. Who am I but one who nurtures fondly that ( Read more... )

"Our religious and political ideologies are methods of salvation and propitiation which can be compared with primitive ideas of magic, and where such "collective representations" are lacking their place is immediately taken by all sorts of private idiocies and idiosyncrasies, manias, phobias, and daemonisms whose primitivity leaves nothing to be ( Read more... )