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Language is what leaks from the mind, the mind is what leaks from the brain, the brain is what leaks from the senses and the senses are leaking all th..
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our heroes are conflicted, hanging cross-wise ,riddled with choices,
pock-marks on their skin, topographically hardened by the spirit of humanity
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imagine cunning-less as the base of it, your wet with over-flowed inspirations blissinging up yur' 'lectrikly splined spine making you feel an infinit..
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in infinite darkness
an ancient ache cried out
from which came many tears
and so they became
lights in the firmament;
stars in the night!
fr..
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in our measure of time
there are curious circles filling our days,
numbered moments marked by the scars of transiting lights,
heavens moguls o..
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"The center is everywhere. Bent is the path of eternity." -- Nietzsche
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the terrorism behind romance
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the mobious reader 'n writer sees meme's 'n murmurs 'n twitters 'n tweets everywhere: a sort of ZeitGeistian serendipity
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wherever you go, where you've been follows along
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doubt is the heart killer
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