Three Different Ways:
Dreams, Madness, and Myths
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First Fruit
I went to the gods To the wheel To the forge To the very gates And shook my fist With yells and cries and shouts of defiance
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A Reminder About The Note
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Jumping The Asymptote
Sitting at a table in some nondescript place. The only thing I knew about it was I wasn’t home. There is a ceiling over my head, but I could be inside a closed room, or outside under a gazebo. It really didn’t matter. All that mattered right then, was I am sitting at a table.
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Tick & Tock
On the left side of my room A clock ticks the passing seconds On the right side of my room A second clock tocks the passing seconds
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The Maddening
Such longing it drives me to barely restrained sighs that conceal the depths of trembling pain in my bones
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Who’s Telling This Anyway?
I have been warned, that I have been making myself too transparent in my writings. Too many details about my inner self, my workings, and my ecstatic path. I have become a Mystery Cult of One with many anthropologists camped outside my hut, ready to pull apart my fetishes the moment I set them down.
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Audacious
This is your place. Sit here. Sit there. Sit at my feet and hold them. No. I will stand.
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Just For You, Keri
“So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…
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Playtime
For the past 45 min, Facebook has refused to accept any input citing database issues. For once, this is a good thing. The amount of unrefined rage that has been bubbling over in my soul for the previous hour had begun to twist at the fabric of my being. I had attempted to pour some…
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Cool Down That Fever
This is a public post addressed to one person. The person using the Fever RSS Client hosted at 173.193.63.131. Listen, I understand you have a lot of feeds to monitor/read and you’re trying to make sure you don’t miss out on anything important. Gotcha. I’m flattered, really. But.
Got any book recommendations?