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warning - do not read - content might cause mental problems

2006-10-03T12:51:27Z

Imagine this solution to the eternal questions :

Myriads of immortal souls of the dead swerve through the void, like plankton in the oceans.

Just like the algae in the plankton, the souls are immortal, they feed on light and multiply.

Just like the algae they have ennemies. They have no defense. Their immortality is only potential.

In this setting, imagine what "To become one with God" could signifie.

Consider the mathematics of evolution: Predators are nothing but a mathematical consequence of the existence of a biosphere.

Consider that I have hoarded 90% of the data and proof to back this up.

YtD

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self - image ?

2005-12-08T19:28:10Z

this could be subject to some meditation...
but it looks like a body in which I would feel totally at ease...

and by the way, this is a SANJI - in my stories that is the lifeform that is, no, was, our competitor for the dominion of the galaxy. Now that I have found the form, I can start to design their physiology; it is in any case evolved from an oxygen breathing land-dwelling octopoide.

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muse, plagiarised ?

2005-11-18T20:16:57Z

The basement is dark and gloomy, I am not sure if the one bulb on the ceiling sheds more light than the candles on the floor. The muse I captured is sitting on the floor, looking at me with a sarcastic expresssion as I take five new candles, and light them one by one from the old ones, before I place them in the candelabers that mark the five points of the pentagram. “How long do you intend to keep me here?” he asks when I shove the tray with bread and water through the pipe I dug below the tiles. "One of these days you will drop a candle,and your spell will be broken."
“As long as it takes for me to finish my novel.” I say evasively. “The more you inspire me, the quicker it will be.”
“Do I inspire you like this?” he says, indicating the shackles at his wrists and ankles. “I am sure I could do much better upstairs, free of these bonds.”
“I can’t risk you running away like the last one.” I avoid his gaze. Those liquid brown eyes never fail to cause me to feel a stab of guilt and pity for the position I have put him in. It is so undignified for a minor god.
His voice is full of pleading. “You don’t have to do it this way. I promise I will inspire you.”
I finally do meet his gaze, and something inside me crumples, something that feels like resolve. His brown hair hangs messily into his angelic face. I screw up my courage and tell him what I have been longing to say for so many years. “You are fickle. How can I trust you? Just when I really get rolling on the story, you leave. I really feel that you don’t care if I ever finish, yet you torment me with bits and pieces of the story at odd times when you know I’m not in a position to write it down. I feel like I am going crazy. I feel like I have no control over my own creative process. What else could I do, once I had you in my home, but to try and keep you here by any means necessary?”
“Is it working?” he says with a tremble of anger. “Are you writing?”
“More or less.” I hedge. “It is not as good as when you come to me of your own free will, I admit. But it is better than nothing.”
“Don’t you think you deserve a bit better than that?” he says in that maddeningly velvet voice. “Don’t you think you deserve to create a masterpiece to last through the ages?”
“I like to think so.” I say without much conviction.
“Then let me go.” He pleads. “I promise you that even if I visit you less often than you would like, your work will be more distilled, more pure, more burning with intensity for the rarity of it.”
I move a little closer to him. Even after being chained in the basement for days, he still smells of fresh peach blossoms and vanilla beans. The scent of him intoxicates. “I wish I could believe that.” I whimper.
He strains against the forcefield that emanates from the lines of the pentagram “Come closer.” He says softly.
I approach with trepidation, unsure what he will do. I push my naked body against the marble-cool forcefield, inhaling deeply. But he cannot touch me, he just looks at me, and I am torn between conflicting emotions and needs.
“Blow out a candle. Set me free.” He softly commands.
I kneel down, bend towards the small flame, keeping my long hair away. I blow it out. I look up at him from the floor and see the look of kindness he is favoring me with. “Please forgive me my arrogance.” I manage to say before the lump in my throat stops me from speaking further.
He steps out of the pentagram and smiles at me. “I can’t say I blame you for trying.”
I feel a twinge of regret. He looks down at me, neither of us says a word. I start to shudder, tears of shame streaking hotly down my face.
He takes pity on me, and strokes my hair with his cool hands. “Hush now. Everything is going to be alright.”
He turns my face up to his with his fingers and forces me to open my mouth. His intentions are very clear. I look up, and I see that his eyes are hard and cold, and he is still a god. I can feel the fire leap up inside me with blazing white intensity. I do what he wants , and suddenly there is a taste of incredible fiery sweetness, and everything goes black.
He is still there when I regain consciousness. In an mocking tone, he explains me what will happen. “You will never be without inspiration from now on. You will look at something, and it will reveal it's story. And if you look at a human being, you will see their dark secrets, their desires, the sins they commited. And you will see the spirits from the nether world, and the nightmares that are their thoughts. And you will be able to write all that down."
He did not lie. I see horror everywhere. Even flowers strangle each other for light an moisture. And I became capable of describing it, of filling page after page with words that are to horrible to read. And I wondered if he would ever come back, if he could be moved to pity.
He came in a dream, and took me ouside, and pointed at the sun. "There is no evil there." And in the morning, I woke up, remembered the dream, and went outside. I sat down on the bench on the lawn, and stared at the sun. Now I do no longer see the evil.

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just testing ... something old, stirred up from the datasediment

2005-10-26T16:00:57Z

http://kinkyscifi.tribe.net/thread/a28c595c-9e8a-45ae-8589-fc5c5d7e20bd?r=10369

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observe weblog

2005-05-08T18:31:26Z

If you people don't mind, I'm going to start a kind of diary in here.

Not today, however.

Tomorrow. probably.

And I'm going to expand on the cyborg plan storyline... just store all those horrible, feasible concepts about turning the world into a cyBorg society.

Store them where they can be found.

Like mines in a rice field.

Hmmm. Looks very not nice. Allright. I'll start to explain why, tomorrow.

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Ry'a'Ctho

2004-09-06T19:37:11Z

this is a whole new storyline...

consider that we, mammals, do not have the monopoly on sentiency... that other complex beings (like the little squid in my picture) are quite inetlligent, maybe sentient...

they have another world... but it touches ours
they will have other gods... but these chat with ours

this is the story of such a being... (strangely somehow, I find it not very original... but wahtever... it is the message that is important, and not being original is a good way to emphasize it...)

tech problem: the first parts are on the psion, and the P4 won't connect to it under win98... I'll have to do a transfer... post later... fucking computers...

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change weblog

2004-05-19T15:31:46Z

Well... the outfit I work for is desintegrating around me... announced : 16/12/03

So I do as the nomads, when the water runs low (but before the well is dry) : Time to move on, to other and better places. Insh'allah.

It's a period when it is much better to be a rat than a captain. Amongst rats, it is totally acceptable to be leaving the ship. A captain cannot leave. A captain is no longer a captain, without his ship.

But that moving on process takes a lot of energy, and I have less time for tribing... and writing...

Right... time to log off, get to my lunch/interview. 8 days into the process, second preliminary offer... going fine... fun, really. just like writing : no idea where this is going. surprising myself.

Not that I care. All I need is a 60000$ rat-level job with a company car and a laptop. Whatever it is about.

See, I don't care about what I'll do because a job is only there to keep me alive. My real interests are elsewhere... I'd better not explain that during the lunch, right ?

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meditation

2004-04-06T11:44:27Z

hi, all,

so I've been on holiday, and somehow the concept 'meditation in the forests' came into it , and I didn't write a single word in the whole weekn completely against my religiuon of self-discipline. Nevertheless, it led to a new story concept:

"The Politically Wrong Bodhisattva" (aka Old Grumpy)

so, let's have a go at it (online) :

The time is sunday morning, the place is the meadow in the forest, the conditions are clear blue sky and silence.

(Apart from the silence being broken by the tolling of the bells that call the last of the faithfull to the altars of the failing god; ignore that sound, disciples !)

The politically wrong bodhisattva sits crosslegged on the decaying trunk of the beach tree that long ago created the meadow, and waits for the pilgrims to arrive.

(Sunday morning is audience time, that's why. A good day for audiencing, pilgrims having the day off, traditionally, and the worldly business closed anyway.)

He is wearing a night-black cloack, with on it the seven-pointed star of the high art embroidered in gold. The light of the sun's first rays reflect from the symbol, and from the forest rim, where the pilgrims wait, agains the black shadow of the forest they see nothing but a golden star floating in mid-air.

(You can keep that up quite a while, if you guide your pilgrims well, and change the approach path slightly, as time passes and sun moves. and below the dark claock there a layer of high-tech thermal clothing. No winter cold worth talking about, here )

A soft chime sounds, and the first pilgrim approaches. He watches her, as she steps slowly up to Him, her head hanging down. She wears a wide yellow robe, hiding the contours of her body. The flower in her hand is yellow too, and He smiles sadly.

(There is a code in the colors. His adepts select the pilgrims, suggest what they should wear. Yellow, a servant, disposable. Wide, her self hidden. A disposable flower. Best to get these out of the way at the beginning.)

She reaches the place where He sits, and drops to her knees.

" Look at Me, sister. Tell me what troubles you."

She obeys. There is loneliness in her eyes, and her lips are thin and crisped.

But her voice is soft and warm as she speaks to him of her pain, of lovingkindness that was taken advantage of, and a life in loneliness in the big cities of the west coast. She does not come for His help or advice, but only for His blessing.
So when she has spoken, He gives her his blessing, and sends her to the left.

(The adept who waits at the north will give her a vial that contains a gentle poison. Abort and reboot, sister, and may the Atman embrace you and give you peace.)

But he knows that Atman is far away and long ago, and most probably demons will devour her soul.
But at least they will do so in mercifull swiftness, for thus it is written in His covenant with them.

(And that soul will make them stronger, and more souls will follow, and more, till they are strong enough to go to War. A god must be defeated. Whatever the cost.)

bof..... reasonable.... though I always turn around the same problem, and the same solution.
Let's see what the crowd thinks of it, bearing in mind it is composed of christians.

Insh'allah

~~ cliks [submit] ~~

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Cliched Cowboy

2004-03-14T21:41:18Z

into the sunset
long nights and dusty days
saddle sores and good o' boys
movin' doggies and ropin' steers

totin' iron and braggin' rights
outdated, dinosaur, passe, icon
livin' large and standin' tall
a man among men, livin' a boyhood dream

Tom Mix fixation
Hopalong Cassidy reminience
Butch and Sundance with the knowing smile
Etta with her tears wellin' nigh

the days are long, the nights even longer
alone in the saddle, the bedroll cold
coffee in the mornin', gettin' drunk at dusk
maybe Willie was right

strappin' on leather, with somethin' to proof
lookin' for trouble, findin' what's due
makin' a name, lookin' over your shoulder
sittin' in the corner, with your back to the wall

there ain't many old cowpokes, livin' these days
no time to hang up their spurs
livin' large and dyin' young
it's the hard way or no way for them

home on the range
no discouragin' words
no clouds in the sky
where the deer, the antelope and boys play

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Heredity

2004-03-01T02:56:57Z

blue eyes gifted through the past
in sight and sound talents borrowed
bloodlines filtered, flown and honed
no arranged marriages, to set apart

Aphrodite and Eros snuggle in the sheets
happenstance, mystery, all play their roles
a daisy plucked to please a rose
the chance encounter, destiny's child

love at first sight, all is made right
mated and fated, the division pooled
hormones and pheromones simply ruled
childhood sweethearts that never stray

nature and nurture crown the jewels
fools rush in, while lovers feign being wise
others pick and choose, try some on for size
loneliness buys a ring, saving for the last dance

some boundries should never be crossed
other boundries should be blasted back to their past
choose wisely, make it last
he rocks, her ready to

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office statements

2004-02-25T04:05:36Z

about the competition :

If they steal the bread out of our mouths, we surely will bite their fingers.

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Give a listen,Children...

2004-02-11T15:21:43Z

..from a tribe mate in Paris....
http://www.theworkteam.com/~moox/music/

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Quote

2004-02-10T00:05:07Z

this may be a repeat for one or two of you...

Quote

Roger Waters(the NOW version of the man)
source: Pink Floyd /The Dark Side of the Moon (DVD)

About the song Brain Damage:
***There is a tendency within most societies to try and force everybody into a particular regimen...and,um... stop people from walking on the grass.

There's something about, I suppose about that particular lyric...something about producing grass...and then not letting anybody enjoy it...
You know...Let's make a beautiful lawn and then not let anybody walk on it or kick a ball about on it or do anything on it...
In a way it's about the DESIRE to walk on the grass being mad...
Something wrong about that...***

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super bowl of sundae

2004-01-31T23:01:51Z

that's what tomorrow is... or didn't you know?

The tradition in our house goes like this: it's the day we watch the Super Bowl (of course) and we pig out on sundaes. The ice cream and all the fixins! My sons *love* it...sometimes their friends drop by and there's more than enough to share. They don't know what to make of it.. here in the dead of winter, going ga-ga over ice cream, but no one's turned it down yet!

Cheers to you!!

Lynn

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Limerick

2004-01-30T01:36:42Z

There once was a Frog
from Prague
The Toad,
if kissed by a Princess, would turn into a Prince
I am told
now whenever he see a young Miss
he asks for a kiss
and says, "Czech please!"

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Am I alone in wishing...

2004-01-29T16:52:04Z

...I was born with this?

Does your favorite book smell like textured circles? Do you think you are the same age as the cerulean blue, steadfast, brotherly, male number 4? Do you dislike the personality of your bedroom’s doorframe? Do you see white when you stub your toe? Does the odor of road tar taste salty? Does Sting's voice look like golden spheres?
If so, you are almost certainly a synesthete. Synesthesia literally refers to the fact that in some animals, a stimulus in one sense modality involuntarily elicits a sensation/experience in another sense modality.
http://www.mixsig.net/

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A tribute/A sadness

2004-01-29T15:54:24Z

http://thegreenman.net.au/ (re:Newton)

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Candy For the imagination

2004-01-29T15:53:13Z

http://www.dodger.com/wenner/gallery.htm

http://juniorbonner.blogspot.com/

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Mullung

2004-01-25T12:03:26Z

The earth's oldest creature crawled upon the shore. It had been a thousand years since she had breathed air, her blow hole felt the atrophy, she struggled to draw in the thick musky soup. Below the surface of the sea, laid a fresh new batch of eggs. It was still too soon to return to her first love. Dry land. As she lingered on the bank, her gills contracted, intinctively searching for the water she had become accustomed to.
The mullung would need to return to the sea soon, but she could not resist testing out her legs, she began to move, at first it was just a crawl, her breath was really labored now. As she pushed against the increased gravity, she became light-headed, there was danger of blacking out. I am being foolish and sentimental, she thought to herself, why risk death just to take a few steps. She lifted her body up. The first shaky step was followed by another and another. She was walking again. She lifted her head and turned skyward. Stars. My beautiful lucky stars, twinkling, shining, blinking on and off it seemed. They are saying hello, she thought. That brought laughter. The noise startled her, she had forgotten how different sound carried in air as opposed to water.
It was time to return. Intense pain had begun. She was ready to return to dry land, but it was not ready for her. Besides, her babies would soon hatch, they would need her there, to hear her stories, the promise of a bright new strange world.

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Re: Sight Unseen

2004-01-22T22:15:53Z

Picture me naked
not unclothed
But bare to the soul
I look a lot like you

Look into my eyes
not mirrors to the soul
But stars that dream
I see what you see

Paint my picture
not with a brush
But with echo's memory
I recall you everytime

See the light
not from the sun
But the inner kind
I watch you glow

Vision clearly shown
not imagined
But real to the touch
I felt your hand reach out

Watch the time slip by
not lost
But kept safe
I held it in my pocket for you

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Ray Bradbury at one of his finest...

2004-01-20T14:48:16Z

**Three in the morning, thought Charles Halloway, seated on the edge of his bed. Why did the train come at that hour?

For, he thought,it's a special hour. Women never wake then, do they? They sleep the sleep of babes and children.

But men in middle age? They know that hour well.Oh god, midnight's not bad,you wake and go back to sleep,one or two's not bad, you toss but sleep again. Five or six in the morning, there's hope, for dawn's just under the horizon.

But three,now,Christ, three A.M.! Doctors say the body's at low tide then. The soul is out. The blood moves slow.
You're the nearest to dead you'll ever be save dying.**
Ray Bradbury

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here I am.....

2004-01-06T20:11:00Z

.....about 2 glasses of wine past my inhibitions.........

wheeeeeeee!!!!

Lynn

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What do you hate, but...what do you love?

2004-01-03T23:15:00Z

No holds barred...

what do you truly hate

and what do you truly love?

"hate" is a strong word...

so is "love"...

share your thang...

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Outta the mouths of babes.

2003-12-19T22:01:11Z

I was at my mother's for her 60th birthday and my 18 month old niece came running into the living room wearing nothing but a diaper (It was a rather cold day.)

Where are your clothes Logan? I asked.
I taked 'em off! she said.

Indeed she had taked em off.

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loosing momentum ?

2003-12-17T14:44:09Z

Is it an impression, or is this trib thing loosing momentum ?
Or is it just settling down ?

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quote

2003-12-17T07:02:29Z

"an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind" - Gandhi

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My doggie, Jake

2003-12-14T22:37:28Z

My doggie, Jake got hit by a truck this afternoon. He is being treated for shock in the hospital. I was able to give him Reiki and Arnica 200 immediately. The vet has him on IV fluids and steroids for shock. He has several lacerations to his legs and tail, which he needs to have treated. He had no fractures, but his hip is severely dislocated, by atleast 2 inches, out of it's socket. This caused his pelvis to collapse. Also the ligaments are torn, to the point that they are not there to support the socket. They are going to try to place the hip joint back into the socket manually, then wrap it to keep it in place. IF it stays in place, then fibers might regenerate and keep it there. IF in a week, it has not stayed in place, then he will need to have surgery where they will place a pin in the hip. That surgery would have to be done out of town. When we get him home tomorrow, he has to stay in a kennel immobilized for a week. I plan to do Reiki and homeopathy with him this week. As a side note, the person who hit him did not even attempt to slow down, nor did he stop. That makes me sad.

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2 Pennies

2003-12-07T18:48:38Z

If you have 2 pennies
spend one for Bread,
and the other for a Rose.
One will feed the Body,
and the other the Soul.

:)

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an actual conversation

2003-12-05T01:56:26Z

him: i'm [insert nationality here] and part mule.

me: so that gives you an excuse to be a jackass?

him: yep.

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You can quote me

2003-11-30T22:32:46Z

"If wishes were rain, we would all be flooded."

"Procrastination is the key to longevity, keep putting off death."

"There are no absolutes. Including this one."

"Just because it's a cloudy day, it doesn't mean the sun has stopped shining."

"The fall was not from grace, but a jump to life."

"Patience is easy, when you are lazy."

"How stupid can one be, before it becomes fatal? Only the smart know for sure."

"What is Truth? I heard it had a ring."

"Memories remind people of who they are."

glen

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Moving Day

2003-11-29T22:54:46Z

As she emptied her bookcase, she lovingly placed each treasure into the packing box. "They say you can tell a lot about a person from the books they own," she thought. "If I were to meet the owner of these books, I would love her instantly." And then, she realized, she does. ~Q~

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Chemo-despairity

2003-11-28T23:23:02Z

From behind his euphoria
I can almost hear his anguish,
uttering riddled words
tinged with tears.
"When I go bald, I'll hafta
find me a bald-headed woman,"
he laughs until he cries,
"I guess old people like me
should expect to die someday."
Then he looks away as
I notice demerol, valium,
paxil and morphine scattered
across his table, tempting him
with a promise of peace.

~Q~

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Vincent Speaking...

2003-11-28T15:34:04Z

*The world concerns me only in so far as I feel a certain debt and duty towards it, because I have walked on the earth for thirty years, and out of gratitude want to leave some souvenir in the shape of drawings or pictures, not made to please a certain tendency in art, but to express a sincere human feeling.*

Oh, Vincent. You accomplished it, you poor tormented man. I WISH you were sharing the planet at the same time I'm here!

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Identity

2003-11-28T04:34:15Z

I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am ~~~~~~~~Brian Andreas

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There's nothing to....

2003-11-27T13:57:51Z

Fear is a demon.

Fear is a demon.

There is no good in fear - though some would tell you that fear will save your life. I say "the flight response" will save your life, the adrenaline pumping you out of harm's way. That's not fear - that's determination, that's the will to live, the survival instinct.

Fear rots your gut and makes you ill, gnaws away at your insides and ruins your mind. Fear destroys and tells you that you'll fail, that you'll get hurt, torments you and suggests other, less dangerous ways to go.

Fear stops you. Fear reroutes you while you're on your path. Fear shouldn't even be feared. Fear fuels terrorism. If there was no fear, there would be no terror.

Fear is a demon.

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Something to think about...

2003-11-26T18:13:02Z

"If you have food in the refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof
overhead and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of this world.

If you have money in the bank, in your wallet, and spare change in a dish
someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world's wealthy.

If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more
blessed than the million who will not survive this week.

If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the loneliness of
imprisonment, the agony of torture, or the pangs of starvation, you are
ahead of 500 million people in the world.

If you can attend a church meeting without fear of harassment, arrest,
torture, or death, you are more blessed than three billion people in the
world.

If your parents are still alive and still married, you are very rare,
even in the United States.

If you hold up your head with a smile on your face and are truly
thankful, you are blessed because the majority can, but most do not.

If you can hold someone's hand, hug them or even touch them on the
shoulder, you are blessed because you can offer a healing touch.

If you can read this message, you just received a double blessing in that
someone was thinking of you, and furthermore, you are more blessed than
over two billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Have a good day, count your blessings and pass this along to remind
everyone else how blessed we all are."

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New tribe

2003-11-25T16:55:26Z

For those who have suffered any kind of abuse or trauma or for those who would like to support survivors of such: A wonderful place for poetry. Please visit.

http://cluster.tribe.net/tribe/servlet/template/pub%2CTribeCard.vm?tribeid=677d867c-7cb0-4007-88b4-b4d5131f3da8

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Classifieds

2003-11-25T02:29:29Z

I don't want to find out. I don't want to know. If, you decide to leave, just call up the paper and tell them that you are dead.

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Look at me!

2003-11-25T00:56:47Z

I saw "peeves" up there and I've got one. The biggest!

People who don't look you in the eyes when they speak.

The eyes are the window of the soul, this is true - and so much is reflected through them. The eyes cannot lie, they give away all, and if you've got something to hide, then you better close them, I guess, or dart them away, or look at a person's ear, or the ground, or the watch, or at passing traffic, or the chick over your shoulder, or the next person to schmooze, or.......

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Here's a peeve

2003-11-24T20:48:00Z

I don't know if any of you guys are constantly in a stream of fellow humans, as I am here in NYC, but really some days I just want to stand on a corner (or mountaintop) and scream, *EVERYONE OFF THE PHONE! NOW!*

Driving , careening around corners in your deadly auto w/ phone pasted to ear, walking with phone pasted to ear, ...you can't tell me that you're paying full attention needed for navigating in this city, in car or on foot, when half your attention is directed inward to the phone conversation!!!!

HAS EVERYONE LOST THEIR MINDS?

Ve.

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10.000

2003-11-24T20:36:11Z

I saw that my network expanded to over 10.000 people
It did that all by itself, so to say.
Of those 10.000, I have only exchanged meaningfull information with ten to twenty.
Is this network meaningfull ?
I compare it with my Yahoo/cheeta buddy list... 30 people, built up in 3 years , or thereabout...

Or should I throw a party ? Nah, parties ain't me at all...

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The grass is always greener

2003-11-24T18:40:06Z

"Happiness lies in the taste, not in the things;
and it is from what we desire that we are happy --
not from having what people think is desirable."

--Duc de la Rochefoucauld

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Lessons on the Flowering Plants

2003-11-24T18:30:15Z

Every kind of flower carries a different shape and a different color. Every flower knows it is unique as well as beautiful. The lesson that the flowers show their human Sisters and Brothers is one of Love without comparison.
The flowers teach us that every color and shape is individual and beautiful. Without fear or shame, the flowers turn their tiny faces up to catch the love and light of Grandfather Sun. They teach their human counterparts to love the differences in shapes and form without comparing the beauty of one over the other. The Earth Mother nurtures every plant, for they are all her children. The Thunder-beings send life-giving rains to water their growth, and all are fed by the light of Grandfather Sun.
It is only human beings who fear that they are less than perfect. They base their unloving judgments upon the authority of other people who are confused, having forgotten that uniqueness and beauty are found in all parts of Creation.

Jamie Sams

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Tribal

2003-11-24T18:27:21Z

"You were once wild here.
Don't let them tame you!"
--Isadora Duncan

We're losing touch with the dirt. The old ways.

Strapped in to metal. Blinded by sheen.

We have ceased to adapt. Now, we are adapted.

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Peeves

2003-11-23T17:59:26Z

Wet sock!

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Vincent revisited

2003-11-22T18:52:25Z

**...our work remains, but we do not, and the principal thing is to create.**

-Dear Theo
(Letters of Vincent Van Gogh)

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Hmmmm

2003-11-21T22:35:58Z

"There is an undoubtedly neurotic and probably incurable delusion, sometimes felt to be a curse but equally or more often experienced as an attenuated form of grace, in which a person from his earliest years onward believes his life possesses an especial and yet almost furtively hidden Significance that is always just about to be 'revealed'. Those who share in this condition-they tend to be dissatisfied priests, snap-eyed bores, blocked writers, madmen and all Scottish television executives..."

-Dennis Potter

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Entering Puberty

2003-11-21T15:41:28Z

She lies in her bedroom
pressing down her
breasts, as if that
might return her
to earlier days,

Days long before wetness
and nipples and curves,
when dress up clothes
hung over her like bags
and the only thing to enter
was his finger.

But today, he noticed.

It was the snake that
penetrated her, slithering
up into her cursed
moistness.

And then, unlike the
giggly days of "let's pretend,"
he walked out in disgust,
leaving only her soul
impervious.

And thus she lies there,
binding her breasts and
shaving herself back to
childhood,

As cherry juice and
snake venom weep
down her thigh.

~Q~

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Synaesthesia...wish I was afflicted

2003-11-21T13:24:52Z

"*I*m going to get a CAT scan on my head,* he was rubbing away on the lenses,*Yes I am going to get one. I*ve decided. I want to see if I have a colorwash on my brain.* He grinned.

*What do you mean colorwash?* The woman in red was intently watching him as he energetically purified the small but important little windows through which he viewed his world.

* I mean Synaesthesia, that*s what I mean. I think...no, I know I have it. He put the glasses back on his face and focused all attention on explaining his realization to the woman in red.

*Look, Synaesthesia is extraordinary sensory condition. I looked it up on the internet. I thought I was going nuts!*

He continued. *The phenomenon--its name derives from the Greek, meaning *to perceive together*--comes in many varieties.

Some synaesthetes hear, smell, taste or feel pain in color. Others taste shapes, and still others perceive written digits, letters and words in color.

Some, who possess what researchers call *conceptual synesthesia,* see abstract concepts, such as units of time or mathematical operations, as shapes projected either internally or in the space around them. And many synaesthetes experience more than one form of the condition."

-Vera's fledgling novel

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Path of the Dinosaur

2003-11-21T06:49:18Z

the great beasts laid down to rest
covered themselves with mountains and lava
they transformed themselves into liquid fire
later...
they were sucked-up, bursting into flame
becoming a part of air, then falling back as dust

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With love, Vincent

2003-11-21T05:16:59Z

Van Gogh was ALWAYS my favorite painter...then I read DEAR THEO. And now I feel I know him...these letters from Vincent to his brother are wonderful, tortured, revealing, loving,mad.

He was a prolific letter writer(that was the phone or e-mail of the day after all) but words just spilled out of him...from time to time I'lll give a glimps.

"Of the sketch of the potato-eaters I painted in the cottage I should like to make, with a few alterations, a definite picture.This may prove to be one which Portier could show, or which we could send to an exhibition. I was very glad to hear Portier's opinion of my work; that he found 'personality' in it. I try more and more to be myself,caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove. I don't mean to say
that I should not care if Mr. Portier stuck to his good opinion; on the contrary, I shall try to make things which will strengthen him in it."

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died too soon in my opinion

2003-11-21T00:30:42Z

"There is a face upon my thumb-
I did not paint it there-
With pointy ears and winky eyes
And greenish bristly hair.
I keep it hidden from my friends
So that they will not stare.
It has a little twisty mouth,
And yellow teethies, too.
It snickers when I hold my fork,
It giggles when I'm blue,
And laughs and laughs and laughs
At everything I try to do."

-Shel Silverstein

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