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[10 Feb 2005|09:21am] |
If anyone has tried to email me or otherwise contact me recently, please
Excuse me.
I haven't had much communication access in the past few weeks. Hope to rectify this soon. But otherwise, I'm not being rude. I still
Love you all!,
~ R
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[25 Dec 2004|06:14pm] |
Very Merry Christmas!
... and let your heArt run wwWild!
So what did you get?
And even better... what did you give?
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[03 Nov 2004|02:47am] |
The band Cock ESP comes down to LALA land tommorow, and I guess I get to help show them around.
Too bad SF isn't closer -- robotspeak (robotspeak.com) is a rad, rad little store... lots of fun little toys
Anyone knows if there's anywhere here to find funky old equipment besides Future Music on Sunset?
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[01 Nov 2004|01:38pm] |
Joined the Grammy's today. Well, yesterday.
I don't have enough officially acknowledged credits to be a voting member, quite yet...
but, phuck, I didn't even know you could join the Grammy's... but I guess you can if you run into a 'referring member' or some such...
I mean, the Grammy's, geez, it's one of the distant things that, well...
Put it this way: I don't think I've even WATCHED the Grammy's, not in full at least, especially not the past couple years. What I was forced to do as a child is beyond my control, though, keep that in mind. So when you're using your Silva mind control techniques and pretending to put my head on or whatever weird psi techniques you have (or don't -- as a i jest, you see, i constantly jest), don't blame me if you see me watching some of it somewhere along the little time line of my life. It's all to the left of me, now, though, and I rarely look there.
I wonder if the membership is useful at all if I can't vote. I'm told it's good for networking. Anyone know about this?
I think even a 3 year old knows more than about organization than I. Pathetic, maybe. Amiguous glob of delirious delight? Definitely. I'll have two, in fact, thank. However, that's a topic for a different story, which begins and ends somewhere else...
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| Quick note |
[31 Oct 2004|12:10pm] |
Just heard the phrase "the taste of our customers" on a radio ad.
Whew, now that's a doosy of a phrase. Had to share that.
Ponder at your own risk.
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[31 Oct 2004|12:03pm] |
What I find almost hard to believe, is that by being a chummy nice guy, I'm so massively hooked up now at EMI/Abbey Road UK and to some extent at Capital Records in the US and other places, and well, you know... Good god, I'm amazed and grateful. Getting to mess around at Abbey Road... fuck, that's amazing! A gift I never would've expected.
It's not nice to be punished for being nice for once, twice, and three times (and hopefully on and on...).
You may have heard that it's always when you least want something, you get it.
That was never a reliable observation for me, nor was it my own observation, of course. It sort of floats about like mental fog.
I'd have to modify it slightly... defog it a bit...
it's always when you least want it in the right context... i.e., the right things are best given to you at the right place...
(yes, when you least expect it, and sometimes when you don't even want it)
ohhhH!,
~* R
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[31 Oct 2004|02:59am] |
And I love you all, too.
And what's worse is, I'm not drunk. I'm a always like this. It's not cheesy.
If it's anything like what you've felt before, then it quite like the last time you felt something NEW.
(i promise)
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[31 Oct 2004|02:10am] |
Ok,
so I feel glowing, radiant love
and I love,
yeah
and I feel joy,
yeah
and I just feel good
so what? so what, whachya want? you wanna fight?
;)
beyond all that, whatever that is or isn't, how are YOU doing?
and, yes, i DO care. very much
love,
~*
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[18 Apr 2004|10:18pm] |
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| Well... |
[23 Feb 2004|11:12am] |
my smelly(licious) gellies...
As usual, I've been quite busy as of late. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. Excited especially, though, about my recent Bandler training (and hanging with people I didn't quite know before, like Owen Fitzpatrick, is great, too ~ he looks like toughhhh shit, but he's a superrad fellow; he must be a good trainer). Off again to Orlando tommorow, to become a certified (certified? hahaha! funny word, there) Design Human Engineer. Quite a lot of fun or me, aaand
even more for you, of course!
Next time I see you, you'll feel better and better and better than ever and ever and ever, as you find yourself melllllltIng down into your feet and through your chair and become an even newer form of ectasy that we don't even have words for yet. Thankfully, lack of words never meant that you couldn't feel it ever so intensely now, could you?
Excitement CANNOT wait! It stops for nothing! Chugga chugga oooooooh oooooooooooooooooooooH!
And ahhhhhH!, now
Blissya!,
R~
ps -- as is usual these unusual days, one of the few ways to reach me in ways other than physical is by telephone. Leave a message sometime, and I'll get rrrrright back to you. Back fast 'nuff, anyway. :) I'm sure I've left my numbers here somewhere in my journal. And even though I'm less than speedy with friendster, it is the second fastest way to reach me. No spam, you see. Something I love to not. Add me with come@playwithreality.com
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[28 Nov 2003|06:15am] |
Happy Tanks Giving
Often, unwanted exploding packages
But, alas...
Norse! and other lost friends. Give me a call. 602-750-6680
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| Oh MIA ! |
[23 Oct 2003|11:05pm] |
I'm going to be very MIA shortly...
going for a drive e. to Phoenix (to melt in the worst way), New Orleans (for helloween), FloriduH, all places in between... then onto places north. Aside from that, it's quite a busy time for a multitude of other reasons.... so a communication blackout is inevitable ~ for how long, i don't know
but that doesn't mean that i don't
love you all,
~ R
p.s. remember to add me on friendster and tribe. email: come@playwithreality.com
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[17 Oct 2003|01:15am] |
I wear my heart in my chest
lacking tissues, you see, sometimes i sneeze on my sleeve
and i wouldn't want my Warm heart to get cold, now would i?
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[16 Oct 2003|07:02pm] |
Try ouuuutbreeding
sometime
you insatiable heehaw's
;)
~R
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[13 Oct 2003|03:46pm] |
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[09 Oct 2003|04:09pm] |
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[19 Sep 2003|10:44am] |
cut my hair{s}. Well, someone at Primp did it, I guess, since it seemed to be the second best spot to find a Hero and/or an Architect, now that you can't find Hero's and Architects any longer, as they are quite defunct.
I think my headly boof is now kinda ugly, perhaps. I should sell it to someone more needy of ugly hair than I.
Damn, I always seem to despise my hair style when a real stylist does it. At least with friends cutting it, it's 50/50 ~ 50% that I may remain hidden indoors for months, 50% that I may remain hidden actually IN doors, which is even more peculiar, perhaps, but a better hiding spot! I mean, who'd suspect that you were in *there*? {1}
The center of doors is a highly recommended covert playground. Any stealthy spots you'd recommend?
And, of course, any opinions on what to what about this hair? Should I butter it, shave and go bald, or maybe first post a pic of fucking mop bobbit before I get all solicitous of advice? Hehe. Maybe I should dye it nonexistant colours.
~ R
* 1: (ok, maybe i would; but i'm a good finder, keeper, loser, weeper, winner, sinner, quagmire and saint)
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| I am a broken context machine |
[18 Sep 2003|06:41pm] |
High
Larry
Us</font>
says my new selfmade t-shirt.
The point of which would be less than a point if only it were possible to have less than one point, I suppose. But it's not possible, not even in 1d, so nothing is completely pointless, now is it?
Thought not!
RevvvvvVyourlutions!,
Casey
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[16 Sep 2003|02:19pm] |
Alright... Only have a few mins on the computers here, but I may be heading to LA for a day or two.
Already have a good of number plans, but my experience shows that plans in LA mean nothing. Something about the poor air quality or something makes people in LA flake out at an extraodinary rate. Seriously! It's like brains get dandruff there. heh (& ewww!) :)
If anyone wants to meet up, and is dedicated to making it happen (life is too short to waste it on hapless nonsense), just email or text message (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/textmessage.bml?user=reality) me your contact info ~ first name, phone #, that kinda thing. We could meet at the Bourgeois Pig on Franklin, Top Fuel on Sunset near or that little place on the east side of the Sunset strip where the names slips me. Or, hell, anywhere! I can also use meal times to meet up with folks, so if you'd like to catch some breakfast, lunch or dinner together somewhere, we could do that, too. Club times, as well -- anything cool going on?
By the way, Erin (faerie.livejournal.com) just sent me a link to a few pics of her kittens... http://christmasinspace.com/kittens.html... awh, so cute! Especially Sevena sniffing a cross and peeking up at the curtains. Makes me miss my little kitty back home, an especially aggressive orange male tabby named Oscar >]Postachio Suckatash![< Wilde. Devil man by day, a cuddly wuddly puddle of luuuuuuuuuuufness at night, as he cuddles up to my head and becomes my sleeping cap. =)
Grow love!,
~ Reality
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[12 Sep 2003|03:21pm] |
Remember...
Just because That's the way it is</i>
doesn't mean that's the way it has to be
or is always going to be
Regardless of how durable what is is, imagination, determination, and consciousness are the unstoppable trio of 3 that can override anything
Consciousness
~ over ~
entropy and all that sheeeeeot, beep beep!
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[10 Sep 2003|01:01pm] |
The best way to be a good boy
be a good girl
be a good it
be a good that
be a good this
is to do anything other than play dead
Let's roll over, and play good and alive
Play vibrant
Play Ohhhhhhhhh!
Play yyyyyyYEAH!
Play... right... now</font>
Not to soil this with anything nearing normalcy, heh, but here's some practingle details of what's going on with me right now...
Right now, I'm in Santa Cruz</font>. You could feel bad, and still feel good here. Honest! Beautiful, beautiful place. And some people will actually touch you in friendly ways here (ok, i suppose some are flirty touches, too, heh), just like in the good old nonexistant days. Friendly touch, flirty touch, doesn't matter. Wow... It's almost healing. Reminds me of how little I'm touched by others. Makes me want for mmmore.
Bought a car and maybe some audio gear from a truly generative, loving musician named Greg Chansky. I hope you all get to hear some of his unreleased tracks. They're not just powerful, but something you can hum along with with your heart (all 3 of them, for redundacy's sake ;).
My choice is either to get a cheap Nissan Maxima station wagon, old but reliable, and lots of audio gear, or a super fancy recent model Audi A6 2.8 liter 160mph quattro (4 wheel drive) wagon (I want the space), and very little if any audio gear. The Audi's pretty bad ass, but the Maxima is nice for it's day, too. It has a 280Z race engine in it, easily does 110, and it talks when it wants fuel or water -- weird car for being so old! Methinks I'll get the older one, and nice audio stuff -- LA2A compressor, Neve mic pre's, a UA 2-610 signature pre, Summit TLA-100A, M3000 reverb, all kinds of goodies... and that means I can produce VOCALs again soon, which makes me melt and boil and go all RAWRRRRRR inside!
If YOU or someone funkalicious that you know wants make some music and you want some vocals or backing tracks, definitely let me know! I'm good to work with, will try any style, but have had most fun making pseudoerotic 80s, industrial dance, and trance style vox. But, hell, I'll do anything... especially things that don't quite exist... yet, but should! *wink*
After Santa, may go back up to SF for a bit. Will have to find a place to stick my stuff. May rent a place here in Santa Cruz to make music, it's so nice here. Or maybe SF. Just a little room or something, perhaps around other musicians, as I already have a place in Florida where I "properly" live. Physically beautiful apartment with gorgeous huge ass fountains, and located right near a nature preserve and everything, but too many hateful degenerates (mind you, i know and utterly love a few gems there! The worse an area is in general, the badder ass the bad asses!) At least with the wagon with the monster engine, I'll be able to travel around easily. Always liked cross country travel. Puts my soul in motion, and it effects and shows changes in every aspect of my life. Mmmm! :)
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[10 Sep 2003|12:51pm] |
Add me on Friendster! come@playwithreality.com ~ Reality Angel
Or if you need an invite (I was told you needed one, but I'm not so sure), then let me know in comments, and I'll send you one. :)
Rock up and down withIn Intense City!,
~ R
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[10 Sep 2003|11:13am] |
"I am in season.
Pick me!"
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Rated ~~~ R for Reality!
Grrrr!
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| Text message fountain |
[06 Sep 2003|12:05am] |
Ooops. My text messaging (well, my phone) happened to go out early this morning (Friday), around 10am, due to an elongated, er, mission last night (which involved finding the most gorgeous mini-Big Sur like coastline in SF ~ gorgeous!). Voicemails are always saved, but I generally won't get text messages when the phone isn't on to receive them.
Thank all of you (you know who you are, any time now ;) for the ones I've received so far. If you sent one today, I'd love it if you could resend it again now that the phone has some juice.
All love and everything else, too,
Reality
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| Reach out and touch faith |
[04 Sep 2003|07:07pm] |
While traveling, you can contact me at 602-750-6680, text message thingy ma jingy, or email go@playwithreality.com. Strangers OK. You're probably no stranger than those I already know, so just call. ;)
Or if you ARE even stranger, just call, too. That's exciting. Well, umm, scary, too, I suppose. Let's morph 'em together and call it "scary-exciting". Quite alright. While I'm up for anything, I prefer to be excited more than outright scared, though, keep that in mind.
I'll be in San Francisco, Florida, Seattle, NYC, Vancouver, Montreal, Toroto, Lost Angeles, and New Orleans in the upcoming days and months. I'd like to meet as many people as possible. Be friendly, reach out, and make contact ~ I virtually (99%) guarantee you'll like it! ** EDIT: Acidexia just made the comment than I'm not nearly as scary or inaccessible as I seem in this journal. So there. Re-energize magnets, and let's make some fun! :p
Onward and upward to the new,
~ Tschau
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[04 Sep 2003|02:52pm] |
Good burn! Went with Acidexia and met a bunch o' others.
In SF now at a psi-ber cafe. Anybody from around here?
If you're visiting my journal from burning man, please say hello! If you don't have a livejournal, just leave an anonymous message. Maybe sign with an email address.
Blissya,
~ R
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[19 Aug 2003|03:38pm] |
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Hey everyone...
I really REALLY, reAllYYY want to go to Burning Man this year. Never been before, and my heart gets sad that I've missed so many.
Problem is, the Burning Man info pages imply that you gotta bring an RV, a circus, and $8m in supplies just to go. I KNOW this isn't true! But that's what they imply nonetheless.
I mean, maybe the second year I go, I can bring my UFO, a cirque du soleil like ensemble, and supplies for a villanese army. But the first year, I just wanna grab a plane or a bus, buy a ticket at the virtual door, and carry a single backpack, if possible, with the supplies I need.
I need some kind of PRACTICAL primer. I have enough money for whatever is needed, pretty much, but I just don't know what to get or whom to hook up with camp-wise, etc. Any help or tips out there? please PLEASE please! Mucho ja & Sai Babi big mystic hair love for you if you do!
To make this faster, my number is 602-750-6680. If it's long distance for you, I can give you an immediate call back.
Onward & upward, Risingstars!
~ R
PS -- that's right! I'll give you Sai Baba Big Hair Mystic Love! I picked some additional Sai Baba Love Daba on ebay. My cup of Sai Baba happy afro power runneth over -- all over you, my friends!
Sai Baba is most familiar to us in our present consciousness as either the creator or perpetuator of Nag Champa Incense. You learn something new every day, now donchya?
Here's the funny man himself:
Go ahead. Have yourself a giant belly laugh, as if you were as chub as the Buddha himself! Sai Baba is obviously built to amuse and bewitch as only living deities can do! Is he not the cuddliest cultist you've ever seen? C'mon now... be honest!
And, remember, no matter where you go and who you are,
Above all else,
Dance, Sai Baba, DDDDDance!!
;p
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| Your dreams wake up with you now ~* every day in every way |
[09 Aug 2003|03:24pm] |
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We all
swimmmm
in the same emocean
(sharing everything that comes and goes, and swims and
flows)
Pollute the water with love
Dance in waves
of unrelenting joy & f-f-fun!
The ocean never sleeps,
and neither do your dreams
(and the best of your best desires)
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| Where am I? Am I even here? |
[01 Aug 2003|08:15pm] |
Caring about others, is an inseperable part of the whole of caring for yourSelf.
We're all Selves. Soon, sometimes instantly, after commiting their heinous acts... the murderers feel suicidal, and, likewise, the lovers feel lovicidal. How you feel is often how you're making others feel.
Sometimes you can give yourself a bigger pat the back by giving it to someone's else's back.
In through one self, out through another, it matters not -- every kind thing you do, sooner or later, will catch up with you. Then what?
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[13 Jul 2003|06:47am] |
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Kiss the
Sun
It's not too hot
Feel the heat with your tongue
Caress with your heart
Melt the world with your truth
Dripping light from your mouth
Speaking what you know you want
with the movements of the limbs you got
Love spilling
Louder than words &&
Faster faster even more than light
Let's race to the starting line, again and again
~* Shine bright erererer,
R
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[19 Mar 2003|11:03am] |
Better actually IS better,
despite what the critics say!
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[28 Feb 2003|09:29am] |
oooh, I've been getting some very lovely comments via phone text messages. Thank you :D
Sadly, though, I have no idea who leaves them, since the email address field livejournal collects isn't actually passed on. Could those leaving text messages please sign them? Or leave a text message, and also leave a comment or add me on AIM (rblissangel)? *~*~ Much appreciated :)
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[14 Feb 2003|06:43pm] |
(as intended: http://www.revolyoution.com/knowbettermountain.htm)
I find it "funny" that after all these years
After all the years of us knowing better
Knowing better, damnit
as a culture, as a society, as friends who have friends
who have friends who
Find it funny
like laughing at a giggle
That we as a people still we are still so shallow that
we continue now to classify each other in terms of and
discriminate against people based upon
the colors that they see within
rainbows
And all I ask ask is... Why? Why?????
Can't we all just get along based on physical location, age,
religion, sex, sexual preference, skin color and position in the pyramid? Like
in the bad old days?
I mean, whatever happened to "asl? asl?? what's your asl????" being the
most (mucho uno!) important question one could EVER POSSIBLY ask to
determine the qualifications of another person to be "good people"?
I guess only someplace special and wonderUs,
you and I, oh my
deep, deep inside your unconscious now knows that the good old
days are yet to come, as our brightest future races to us,
down
into us,
I and you, now from atop our ever
growing
mountain of
~~* dreams,
breathing heavy, all wet with anticipation and desire of an ever ~*glowing*~
now.
And now, open your mouth, open your mouth wide, and
Take this opportunity of the soontobebliss in front of you to
Taste the rainbow
from wence you came, you came from the mouth life, of life itself!
It's time you get a taste of your own bettersin!
Taste life. Taste the rainbow.
Kiss the earth with your toes in the sand, and in the dirt...
... the salt of the air upon your licking lips...
and your hands and hearts messy with what is and what can be!
My warmest of warmest of coolest of coolest of the forever better of the best
of best regards....
The Tingle Of You To,
Forever Coming True Too,
A MakerealExxxplode!~JoyEvolveCreat(ion) of Dreams of Dreams
of the .'. Reality
.'. Near You!
download & listen:
Halou - I'll Carry You
~|what are the colors (even if they're not colors) of
your rainbow?~{
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[06 Jan 2003|06:44pm] |
and it is the heat from hearts
and lips
and finger tips
which paint 1000 pictures
each of 1000 words
each of 1000 feelings
each of 1000 Ahhhh eeeeeeeeEEEs IIIIs and
OoooooooOH Yous!
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[06 Jan 2003|03:50am] |
and when you question yourself, you may find the answer to always be the most giant ear drum shatTering YES, so loud that you look around yourSELF to see if anyone else can hear what you hear and FEEL so loud inside you now, as it's the loudest thing you ever heard or ever will hear
... until, of course, you question the validity and shining starness of yourSelf again. then the YES only grows impossibly louder still
suddenly JARRING you
pressure levels increasing inside your head
lights flashing from your inside to your out
ohhhhhhhh uhhhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhh
the YESSSSSSS of you overtaking you much like a nightmare is actually a *~gift~* that takes you, shakes you, breaks you from lethargy and apathy and tells you "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP, WAKE UP IN WAYS YOU DIDN'T KNOW BEFORE AND AREN'T QUITE SURE EXIST EVEN NOW ~~~!!!!! and LLLLIVE!"
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and wherever you go, there is your heart
your constant companion
it counts, and even counts for you
a rhythmn pounding out the flow of wet life that rushes through you
pulse ~* rush ~* flow
pulse ~* rush ~* flow
pulse ~* rush ~* flow
dance ~* dance ~* dance
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[06 Jan 2003|03:45am] |
oh yes, NOW
NOW is the place to be
the place to converge with infinite varieties of yourSelf, in whichever face(s) you may find them
now is happin', bebe
shakin' and gettin' groovy
the phrase 'come here now' makes you ask yourself quizicly whether the here you were asked to come to all along, was the here of now. almost like an embedded secret everyone knew but didn't realize
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[06 Jan 2003|03:36am] |
and the oceans of heaven are molten love that pour hard ashen joy into the wounds of what used to be misery
there is a way to get above your eyes, into your sighs, and down below you can see that your legs are getting larger and longer and your fingers and torso are extending.
wireframe 3d shapes of you all pulsing and intense red, emerge and expand liquidglasslike before you, above you, under you, and you feel and see yourself grow into them Now.
and as you let these thoughts travel with your inhale into regions deeper and further insighde than perhaps even your physical body goes, you begin to realize that this growth you are now experiencing is, this.. this is for real... this is your reality now. your unlimited growth checked only by how it practicly applies to impracticly large amounts of endless you-for-eee-ahhh and mmmm!
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[06 Jan 2003|03:32am] |
we can be hot azure rose quartz rasping in flails of ultraconsciousness, flowing over uncomfortable overconsciousness and under not being conscious enough to see the contrast that makes us so sharp, so hot and uhh and mmmMMMm... so here now
Insult Our Limitations
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<font size=1let them bruise and disintegrate into the fodder for the better and better and the better than ever. they'll be happy when we are, which means no longer being what they are in the the way they are. yes, that means giving limitaitons themselves the chance to become something different. change is delight in motion. trying to make static real is what hurts.
not even static is static -- that is an illusion. and illusion takes an immense amount of a painful kind of effort, and pain means something is not right for you and should be dealt with differently. pain is a spotlight that shines upon what would be thrown out of your life, so both parties involved -- persons, places, things, and unpersons, unplaces, and unthings -- can find a better match and party harder in a way that brings anything <i>but</i> pain</font> |
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[06 Jan 2003|03:27am] |
We can make our lips into sunSHINE
i know we can
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YOU are the BEST THING to
EVER HAPPEN
to You
* painting: magritte
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[01 Jan 2003|08:55pm] |
Hope you all are making a happy new YES to yourself, to your best and most courageous urges towards more than you could ever possibly dream!
I'll welcome you in soon.
Reality
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| AIM Skiboobble |
[08 Nov 2002|05:16pm] |
If you're a stranger who just happened to aim me, could you do so again please? I got a silly "Do you want to accept this message Y/N?" window in the midst of typing... something that contained an 'n'. Figures.
Sorry.
Try again, or leave your name here as a response, and I'll cross-add you. it's something like are_something or other... (anybody recognize this? not many people have underscores in their name, and i think this name had 2)
I'm not on very often, but I do like meeting new people when I can. :)
Anyone else who'd like to talk, please feel free to leave your aim name as a response here or by dropping me an email, and I'll pre-add ya, so I can avoid the whole yes/no keyboard shenanigan that always seem to occur!
Thanks
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what's this mean? (see below_ (not just here, but always & everywhere)) </font>
"if it wasn't for the fact that i love y o u, i'd marry you"
(now see above ^ (always & everywhere))
(now see how one "you" is more prominent, maybe more important or at least more extant, than the other, perhaps depending upon the context/situation)
(now see it all ~ * ~ (all ways!))
&& what are you? what is a role/expectation set? how does that differ from the "what is/who is" of an actual person? compare and contrast.
and above and below all, keep on keeping 'da plot. (not the kind six feet down below, mind you ~! ;)
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