And . . We meet with the entities that represent the Mysteries of Temperment . . Current indications yield facts pursuant of . . “What is sacred and special is balanced with what is profane and ultra common.” . . “Temporality will eat you alive and eternity will preserve you.” . .
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Words Have Effect But No Real Meaning
About a year ago . . Just now . . A little pink poodle appeared to me in a dream . . In a non-existent language, it spoke . . “The emptiness is the fullness and the fullness is the emptiness. Nothing . . No thing. This literally implies no thing in particular. Everything. The […]
Temporary Measures
Mysteries of love, revealed . . Tempted to know . . Siphoned to blow with the wind . . Split to go . . Shifted to destroy. A girl and a boy . . A woman and a man . . A dog and it’s toy. The errors we share . . In store, forevermore. […]
Just Add Water
No sign on origin or operation . . The miracle has disincluded itself by devouring itself! No shit. Not shut. No sale. All waves. Wagging. Chirping. Singing. Maybe the world is more alive through my eyes and not via illegitimate nightmares. Illusion points to the tip of the nose from an immaculately untenable distance. Dropped […]
People Collage
I lost my wallet in a grain of salt . . It was nobody’s fault . . Yet, I was torn. Split on what to do . . I think that I was at Bomb Harbor. Though it might have been Terra Incognita . . I guess that I really don’t know the name of […]
Curse of Memory and Posterity (Errant Efficacy)
What is unknown shall become known. What is hidden shall be revealed. What is forgotten shall be remembered. What is remembered shall be forgotten. Change will consume itself. Thought will devour it’s own tail.
Sleeping Dreaming Willow Tree/Pecking Order Service Sweep
Do clones happen on their own?Left empty handed. Empty left hand. Lazy ruins . . Slimy tracks and the tyranny of preservation . . Almost time to take a nap . . Maybe I’ll go swimming in a hat made of fat . . But . . What is that liquid inside through which I […]
It Is Okay To Nurse The Baby and Please Do Not Feed The Seagulls
“That little baby has fat feet” she said. “Not chubby or husky or whatever. I mean, FAT FEET!” . . I guess that I understand where she is coming from. Her son had been born without feet and I suppose that fact can make her extra critical of baby’s feet, in general. The feet look […]
Hero Hearts For Sale or Hugging Trees Swarm Crashing (hanging out in potato crypts)
It took a reverse blessing four mall darts from nipple arcades to salvage just one seaweed birdsong . . After enough of plenty unfed, you might try to believe. You might try to take it all! If the wing-span of time grants validity . . And . . If lover’s roofs don’t cave outward . […]
Iowa Dream Signal
Scanning the dials for a mode . . Nothing in particular . . Riding the current, I guess . . Nothing buried . . Scattered instead . . Yet no replacement had. Pretty monsters beneath what was said . . Caption photograph vomiting numbers . . Joining inside and out. Springing into action. Zipping to […]