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The Theme of Mimesis
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I am
an alarm clock ticking on a shelf in a silent room moments pass without anyone knowing an essence of empty space beyond the living alone. |
Her CD player breaks. She says "all my things are breaking."
When people change, their belongings break, to make room. New things to come; energies emitted affect old possessions. Visualization fixes the mind; old and new follow dutifully. Her energy is scattered, uneven, threatening breakdown. Mercury in retrograde. No woman is an island, but... wait. Chi is the magical elixir in the psychic veins of vampires. It flows like blood. It never stops. But we think it does. Interfering with our physical systems, we block the self. To everything there is a reason and a season to everyone. Meditation is, overcoming an ill-perceived need to act. Never move too quickly lest you forget to take the facts. Her dad read what she wrote and thought it was sweet. She didn't know he read her online journal. But he did. Thought compromise results in candidacy for mediocrity.1 She wishes her parents kept a journal she could read. She is ashamed of nothing she writes, or does. And yet... Sometimes she feels uncomfortable and a bit exposed. But she feels that being vulnerable is one her strengths. I know this much about her now and it's a better world. |
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A Revelation of Obscuritythe light of life
And little fleas have lesser fleas, and so ad infinitum... And great fleas themselves, in turn, have greater fleas to go on; While these in turn have greater still, and greater still, and so on... A Budget of Paradoxes |
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A Delicate Exposition |
Part Two
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The present exists as a meditative state. Every other state is a past or future one. Living, in the present, is a meditation. Living in the past or future is time travel.
Enclosed Within, A Body
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A psyche is, a planet she sees, solar system approach, rendered without lasting, briefly, too long. Psyche is, a galaxy collection, finity star cousins' customs gravity-bound together. Psyche is, universe of galaxies of dust composed all of nothing but energy and space. |
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Part Three
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The Myth of Democracy
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Part Four
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clothes is still a marketing executive.
Mr. Science, PBS radio
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Life is free. We all agree, deep down. You might think it's not, but that's just social conditioning overriding basic nature. The Kapitalist Kulture makes you believe it costs lots of money to support your life. I look forward to a time when digital existence is ubiquitous, when we access each other as free individuals, without artificial corporate pecuniary filters.
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Part Five
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[Click on the footnote number to return to that respective point in the text.]
1. "Once you start compromising your thoughts, you're a candidate for mediocrity." --Neil Simon, Biloxi Blues 2. It's a questionable choice of words, but I believe it to be a correct one. 3. I know this is in very poor taste, especially in light of ensuing events, where they found Chandra's decomposed body and she has been, in fact, dead all along. But, hey, what can I say. I'm an asshole. What? You didn't already know that? |