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[06 Jan 2006|10:48am]
number or rank cannot assuage
the need who is present and dictating
direction for the day. now
howabout the scene and its charges
who walk about explaining themselves
without words on their stride, only
the step and the weight of them
to describe all past present future
tenses of themself.

so whatever happened to
cognisence? whatever ever never
could be at the helm of understanding?
why ask only of oneself some
answer that eludes, even, the
spark that spurred the asking?!

now this is not; it is a reproduction
of Now and hence will not be capitalised
upon.
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also [06 Jan 2006|01:29pm]
s:o the slow has
a $ value at
tached to i.t ab
so lutely. & how
could i've not
seen it com
in?g of
cours,e reflect
ion has n,o what
eve,r bearing. recept
ion & tuning are more
the bead
& i'm working my
sel,f fervent
ly & at a slow
pac,e in
to nonsense.

because regret
is always presen,t &
will always make
marks to taint the
perfect cacophony of
the worl.d.. except
that no one hear,s
so i find my
self start
in,g agai,n some
same task.

at al,l per
hap,s there is
a metaphor lying
or laid amid
the sense this
does not make &
strives toward find
ing words fo.r again
the challenge of
quality over quant
tity is met
with abs
tra
ctio.n..safety in
mat,h & all tha.t
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[06 Jan 2006|02:29pm]
boldly pink and blurry(
pouring as if there were no bottom
in m.e
thoug,h too ,ti)me is a not factor
...Now having forgot
ten trying
to convince
me other
wise
. more, i haste in the moving
of spac(e and designating
intervals for not action
not hurt
not glad
not nothing. )e
xcept aptitude,
the integer,
elude me thu.s
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jeff buckley is a painting on a wall [06 Jan 2006|03:46pm]
"...when will you weep for me
sweet willow
it's ok to be angry
but not to hurt me
your happiness, yes, yes, yes
darling, darling,
oooh..."

"...And we sat on our own star
And dreamed of the way that we were
And the way that we wanted to be
And we sat on our own star
And dreamed of the way that I was for you
And that you were for me
And then we long to dance the night away..."
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