as millions of mirrors in the night sky
glitter with the reflections of all your selves
I wander beneath them in the field of my loving
each aspect of me lit by one of your shining points
oh I am defined by the night
that is to say
I am defined by you
who light this night
until I am one of your shining points....
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Saturday, November 30, 2013
UNSELFING THE SELF
nothing I imagined
brought peace to me
like finally restraining
that yakking narrator
composing my biography
as I lived it and made me regret doing so...
his chatter is a dull distant white noise
like traffic on an interstate a mile and a half away
or a seashore rustling at the edge of sleep
that wakens me to this blessed silence....
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brought peace to me
like finally restraining
that yakking narrator
composing my biography
as I lived it and made me regret doing so...
his chatter is a dull distant white noise
like traffic on an interstate a mile and a half away
or a seashore rustling at the edge of sleep
that wakens me to this blessed silence....
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FIVE YEARS
five years...with the length of five years...
and life is indeed a beach
where out on the dead shingle
ruins of what has been wash up
putrid in end of their time
out of the sea-wreck comes the new life
we who are carcass feed we who are scavengers
the tiny crabs scuttling thought the waste
to begin again in this dark damp surge of life....
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and life is indeed a beach
where out on the dead shingle
ruins of what has been wash up
putrid in end of their time
out of the sea-wreck comes the new life
we who are carcass feed we who are scavengers
the tiny crabs scuttling thought the waste
to begin again in this dark damp surge of life....
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so you've lived a life of regret and sorrow
with time outs here and there
for the joys that reminds you why
you loved life in the first place
but there's no yesterday or tomorrow
the time and place is always here
and now and there's no reason to cry
when in the end your sorrows leave but a teachable trace...
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with time outs here and there
for the joys that reminds you why
you loved life in the first place
but there's no yesterday or tomorrow
the time and place is always here
and now and there's no reason to cry
when in the end your sorrows leave but a teachable trace...
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Tuesday, November 26, 2013
UNDERNEATH ALL OUR CONFUSIONS
for you I'll be some steady voice
(your personal chaos reining in
my personal confusion)
giving me an objectivity
I wish I could train on myself
but we're all here to serve one another
we're all here to teach one another
we're all here to talk to one another
even if what we have to say
is as confused or hapless or useless as our hopes
in any small measure of forging our ways forward
at least we poke our way into whatever darkness prevails
at least we have each other for company
my voice...and your assent...and everybody murmuring
around the edges of our exchange
we may all think we're alone in this...and we are to some extent
but we listen for voices and hear ourselves
and adjust to the silence in our hearts....
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(your personal chaos reining in
my personal confusion)
giving me an objectivity
I wish I could train on myself
but we're all here to serve one another
we're all here to teach one another
we're all here to talk to one another
even if what we have to say
is as confused or hapless or useless as our hopes
in any small measure of forging our ways forward
at least we poke our way into whatever darkness prevails
at least we have each other for company
my voice...and your assent...and everybody murmuring
around the edges of our exchange
we may all think we're alone in this...and we are to some extent
but we listen for voices and hear ourselves
and adjust to the silence in our hearts....
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Monday, November 25, 2013
HELL IS HERE
oh Hell is pressing down on my today...
more so than usual...
above and beyond the daily bread and circuses
of our smug righteousness...
oh and I wait...and I wait...and I wait...
for some release that we still the daily hell
the One mandates for our spiritual seasoning...
I'm done...I'm finished...what the hell's the matter with You???
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more so than usual...
above and beyond the daily bread and circuses
of our smug righteousness...
oh and I wait...and I wait...and I wait...
for some release that we still the daily hell
the One mandates for our spiritual seasoning...
I'm done...I'm finished...what the hell's the matter with You???
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ERROR
nothing makes me despair of our 'Oneness'
more than my daily dealings
with my fellow creatures...
how I hate their Mass Mind suicides of good taste
hoe I hate their easy excuses for their own mendacity
and their own corrupt ideas of righteousness...
how many fucking eons have we been on this planet?
coming back over and over to set the record straight
and each time we fuck up so thoroughly
it makes you wonder what the hell God was thinking
when this creation was set up in the way it was...
you want me to bless and forgive you?
fat chance as long as you hold the blade of your evil
against my throat and have the nerve to think you deserve forgiveness....
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more than my daily dealings
with my fellow creatures...
how I hate their Mass Mind suicides of good taste
hoe I hate their easy excuses for their own mendacity
and their own corrupt ideas of righteousness...
how many fucking eons have we been on this planet?
coming back over and over to set the record straight
and each time we fuck up so thoroughly
it makes you wonder what the hell God was thinking
when this creation was set up in the way it was...
you want me to bless and forgive you?
fat chance as long as you hold the blade of your evil
against my throat and have the nerve to think you deserve forgiveness....
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I gave plenty of warning
but none heard
(including myself...poisoned with the notion
that we can do something about the harm of the world
and our stupid miscreant souls)
live tight in your bubble and be grateful
you suffer no more than you do...
my silence joins the rest of creation
in the Void that conquers all....
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but none heard
(including myself...poisoned with the notion
that we can do something about the harm of the world
and our stupid miscreant souls)
live tight in your bubble and be grateful
you suffer no more than you do...
my silence joins the rest of creation
in the Void that conquers all....
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FINISHED?
when your productive life is done
and the decline becomes steeper
with each passing second
you'd be more inclined to accept
your time has passed and you're ready
to move on to whatever it is we move on
the only problem is even though we are finished
God is never finished with us...
it takes more strength to endure a long slow death
than it is to live life at full vigor
because our punishment is to live in this hell we call the world
and I for one am useless now...and would be lucky to find
a way to keep alive until this 'god' is done with me....
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and the decline becomes steeper
with each passing second
you'd be more inclined to accept
your time has passed and you're ready
to move on to whatever it is we move on
the only problem is even though we are finished
God is never finished with us...
it takes more strength to endure a long slow death
than it is to live life at full vigor
because our punishment is to live in this hell we call the world
and I for one am useless now...and would be lucky to find
a way to keep alive until this 'god' is done with me....
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TERRIBLE POWER
one man's salvation is another man's downfall
but whose to say where grace most abounds?
in the downfall that opens gates to some redemption
or in the closed case of a finished perfection?
grace is useless if it does not prevail
and if you must be cleansed of error
before grace is bestowed then why bust your ass?
love and do what you will
that's all you can control...
the rest is the dangerous whim of God
who loves us but evidently not quite enough...
that's a lot of struggle for an allegedly "free gift"
but who are we but creatures contingent
on the whim of terrible power we call 'god'
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but whose to say where grace most abounds?
in the downfall that opens gates to some redemption
or in the closed case of a finished perfection?
grace is useless if it does not prevail
and if you must be cleansed of error
before grace is bestowed then why bust your ass?
love and do what you will
that's all you can control...
the rest is the dangerous whim of God
who loves us but evidently not quite enough...
that's a lot of struggle for an allegedly "free gift"
but who are we but creatures contingent
on the whim of terrible power we call 'god'
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AMBITION'S ROTTEN FRUIT
to get on top
you must sink to the bottom
for eons
we've heard this
and for eons
we've ignored this
thinking "no...
that doesn't apply to me"...
try telling someone
they're wrong
try confessing and see
what sympathy you get
we're all little kings and queens
sitting atop on bottom-heavy thrones
and we wound up there
by everyone else mischief
no...we think...it's never us...
and there...right there...our Oneness
makes liars of all of us...
there is where we see for ourselves our true state
or blind ourselves with the mirrors
of our delusions...I've yet to see where
I'm really at...where are you my confused fellows?
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you must sink to the bottom
for eons
we've heard this
and for eons
we've ignored this
thinking "no...
that doesn't apply to me"...
try telling someone
they're wrong
try confessing and see
what sympathy you get
we're all little kings and queens
sitting atop on bottom-heavy thrones
and we wound up there
by everyone else mischief
no...we think...it's never us...
and there...right there...our Oneness
makes liars of all of us...
there is where we see for ourselves our true state
or blind ourselves with the mirrors
of our delusions...I've yet to see where
I'm really at...where are you my confused fellows?
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Sunday, November 24, 2013
it doesn't matter what we do
we live in this world
we live in its lie
yes there is an Ultimate
beyond this earthly struggle
but to think you can think your way out
and master it with deluded righteousness
is the biggest snare of all...
we all want to be King (or Queen)
we all want to be God
and even our humiliating failures
aren't enough to to shake us
so we live the lie and die in our truth
not mattering in this earth what we think...
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we live in this world
we live in its lie
yes there is an Ultimate
beyond this earthly struggle
but to think you can think your way out
and master it with deluded righteousness
is the biggest snare of all...
we all want to be King (or Queen)
we all want to be God
and even our humiliating failures
aren't enough to to shake us
so we live the lie and die in our truth
not mattering in this earth what we think...
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NOW DON'T YOU FEEL SILLY?
the dust settles and the heart is still
and the Void so seemingly frightening and bleak
cradles the weary rest of the distraught soul...
what was the panic...what was the worry?
that the colossal ego should surrender
to what it actually is?
the perpetual source disrupting itself
with its ignorant self-regarding worry?
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and the Void so seemingly frightening and bleak
cradles the weary rest of the distraught soul...
what was the panic...what was the worry?
that the colossal ego should surrender
to what it actually is?
the perpetual source disrupting itself
with its ignorant self-regarding worry?
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Saturday, November 23, 2013
THE ACTUAL REALITY
oh I feel as if there is nothingness around all of us...
the Reality is too much for a human mind to bear
and there is no forgiveness or mercy
from all that is allegedly holy...and it is only the vanity
of the one who thinks he will transcend
by venturing into the Unknown World
and withstanding the unveiled Face of God
and survive to tell us anything useful...oh fools...
whether or not God is evil...God is still the Source
of all Life and His lack of mercy should warn us
we...each and every one of us...is our own own...
lie in the pain of finding out the hoax of freedom...
on earth we call it 'working the system' and in that
nothingness is the enervating Void that consumes all being...
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the Reality is too much for a human mind to bear
and there is no forgiveness or mercy
from all that is allegedly holy...and it is only the vanity
of the one who thinks he will transcend
by venturing into the Unknown World
and withstanding the unveiled Face of God
and survive to tell us anything useful...oh fools...
whether or not God is evil...God is still the Source
of all Life and His lack of mercy should warn us
we...each and every one of us...is our own own...
lie in the pain of finding out the hoax of freedom...
on earth we call it 'working the system' and in that
nothingness is the enervating Void that consumes all being...
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THE SHOCK OF THE REALITY
I must stop thinking about God
if I am to heal myself...
every time I think of God
my blood boils and my anger rips me
a new fissure in the brain...
how God can make things as they are
then blame us for all that goes wrong...
"Oh I created the Perfect Pattern...if anything's
wrong with it it's your fault..."
The Perfect Creator disowning His own imperfect creation
how sickening...how disgusting...and yet how utterly human...
exalted to repent then damned for repenting...
no wonder Life sucks...we are truly in His Image...
this asshole is truly One with us....
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if I am to heal myself...
every time I think of God
my blood boils and my anger rips me
a new fissure in the brain...
how God can make things as they are
then blame us for all that goes wrong...
"Oh I created the Perfect Pattern...if anything's
wrong with it it's your fault..."
The Perfect Creator disowning His own imperfect creation
how sickening...how disgusting...and yet how utterly human...
exalted to repent then damned for repenting...
no wonder Life sucks...we are truly in His Image...
this asshole is truly One with us....
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WHAT REALITY AND WHY
every little discovery
of a fact previously unknown
launches an attack of vertigo...
the past long fixed and accepted becomes new
and all we thought we knew spins
in our brains like shocks of a pod
sticking out of the true reality
to shatter our picture of it...
take your pick...JFK assassination...9-11 as no surprise
to those awake to the news between the lines...
we don't even remember where we were or how
before the eruption of the event
forever replacing knowledge with fear and speculation...
and doubting what is real after all....
John Lennon said..."The more real you become
the more unreal the world becomes..."
and with every new revelation our capacity for delusion
fades in the emptiness of actuality...
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of a fact previously unknown
launches an attack of vertigo...
the past long fixed and accepted becomes new
and all we thought we knew spins
in our brains like shocks of a pod
sticking out of the true reality
to shatter our picture of it...
take your pick...JFK assassination...9-11 as no surprise
to those awake to the news between the lines...
we don't even remember where we were or how
before the eruption of the event
forever replacing knowledge with fear and speculation...
and doubting what is real after all....
John Lennon said..."The more real you become
the more unreal the world becomes..."
and with every new revelation our capacity for delusion
fades in the emptiness of actuality...
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Friday, November 22, 2013
IN THE INSTANT
I'm on my way
but I don't know where
nor do I care anymore
I live in the instant
and remember myself
as a memory of what I was
moving forward to what I'll be
when of this sojourn I'll finally be free....
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but I don't know where
nor do I care anymore
I live in the instant
and remember myself
as a memory of what I was
moving forward to what I'll be
when of this sojourn I'll finally be free....
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Thursday, November 21, 2013
AT THE CASINO INFERNALE
nothing like knowing the score
to know that you've lost
hows and whys don't matter
after the damage
but plague the mind
for years after
as a trophy of
your unfortunate gamble
and what you learn
if you learn at all
is lost in the next toss
snake eyes!!!!
as if some god mocked you
from under his visor...
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to know that you've lost
hows and whys don't matter
after the damage
but plague the mind
for years after
as a trophy of
your unfortunate gamble
and what you learn
if you learn at all
is lost in the next toss
snake eyes!!!!
as if some god mocked you
from under his visor...
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being truly awake
is being truly afraid...
even the loving things we do cannot be seen
without the dark edge of creation blazing around it
showing how ephemeral all material things are...
and yet here in these skins is the only way
we can experience this living...oh sick sad madness of God
to teach us in this horrible way...
to try and save what we love and losing it because
'he who would save him life must lose it'
each of us...each of us...each and every one of us
a careening car with broken brakes wheeling down some infernal road
with a wall in the way growing larger in the windshield
and in that end being more truly awake beyond truly afraid....
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is being truly afraid...
even the loving things we do cannot be seen
without the dark edge of creation blazing around it
showing how ephemeral all material things are...
and yet here in these skins is the only way
we can experience this living...oh sick sad madness of God
to teach us in this horrible way...
to try and save what we love and losing it because
'he who would save him life must lose it'
each of us...each of us...each and every one of us
a careening car with broken brakes wheeling down some infernal road
with a wall in the way growing larger in the windshield
and in that end being more truly awake beyond truly afraid....
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LEARNING TO LIVE OUTSIDE FAIRY TALES
oh what horseshit...
give me half a chance to flee the world
and I'll run from it as if every hound of hell were in pursuit...
yeah I know we're supposed to be seasoned here
and atone for some of our failings here
but no mercy? no grace? and not one amend mattering?
shit on that...don't demand I be holier than I can be on pain of death
then damn me for failing your insane demands lard...I'll live and do
what I know is right and if that's not good enough...too damn bad...
the Divine can rot in its vanity...I'd assume love and do onto others
even if its another delusion at least it approximates an alleged truth
we are ever denied in process...oh damn and fuck
the whole flaming issue...True God or insane demon...I ignore You
and do my best amid Your horseshit....
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give me half a chance to flee the world
and I'll run from it as if every hound of hell were in pursuit...
yeah I know we're supposed to be seasoned here
and atone for some of our failings here
but no mercy? no grace? and not one amend mattering?
shit on that...don't demand I be holier than I can be on pain of death
then damn me for failing your insane demands lard...I'll live and do
what I know is right and if that's not good enough...too damn bad...
the Divine can rot in its vanity...I'd assume love and do onto others
even if its another delusion at least it approximates an alleged truth
we are ever denied in process...oh damn and fuck
the whole flaming issue...True God or insane demon...I ignore You
and do my best amid Your horseshit....
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WHAT AN EFFORT TO GO UNBOUNDED
good afternoon my fellow bullshit artists!
shall we mount yet another assault on the Mass Mind?
tickle the nuts of the all-complicit Media and maybe squeeze
those balls until the weakest cipher says "enough! enough! I give in!!!"?
you know you're not dealing with anything resembling
a conscience...just some cog in the machinery doing its function
and proud to be a cog...happy to do nothing but be an instrument...
shall we assault assholes like this and be god-like in our power
to destroy...or shall we show mercy...and regret such high mindedness
when it bites our butts somewhere down the line?
oh be yourself and do right do right do right...
but don't be stupid enough to think God will bless you for it...
nothing you do is good enough...and I've come to bless myself
(to hell with the Divine) and all the other bullshit artists looking for a break...
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shall we mount yet another assault on the Mass Mind?
tickle the nuts of the all-complicit Media and maybe squeeze
those balls until the weakest cipher says "enough! enough! I give in!!!"?
you know you're not dealing with anything resembling
a conscience...just some cog in the machinery doing its function
and proud to be a cog...happy to do nothing but be an instrument...
shall we assault assholes like this and be god-like in our power
to destroy...or shall we show mercy...and regret such high mindedness
when it bites our butts somewhere down the line?
oh be yourself and do right do right do right...
but don't be stupid enough to think God will bless you for it...
nothing you do is good enough...and I've come to bless myself
(to hell with the Divine) and all the other bullshit artists looking for a break...
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BLIND YOU YET
ogle the truth and commit your defenses
make an excuse for where you were
you saw it all
but deny any proximity
you were just having a smoke
in the doorway of your prison
and thought "I wonder
what's going on out there"
hell you didn't anything did you?
or so you'd have us believe
a knockout or a purse snatch or a rape
"hell I didn't know nothin'...no not nothin'"
ogle the truth...it will blind you yet
and your defenses will fall as you stumble past this annoyance....
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make an excuse for where you were
you saw it all
but deny any proximity
you were just having a smoke
in the doorway of your prison
and thought "I wonder
what's going on out there"
hell you didn't anything did you?
or so you'd have us believe
a knockout or a purse snatch or a rape
"hell I didn't know nothin'...no not nothin'"
ogle the truth...it will blind you yet
and your defenses will fall as you stumble past this annoyance....
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
CRACKS
oh this concrete bunker you call a world
already has cracks in the foundation
you think you're forever...
well...you may be...but not your body...
not the sausage skin of guts and bones
ambulatory as a collapsing sack of potatoes
that tumbles into the cracks of your latest mistake
while the floor gives way...and you discover gravity....
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already has cracks in the foundation
you think you're forever...
well...you may be...but not your body...
not the sausage skin of guts and bones
ambulatory as a collapsing sack of potatoes
that tumbles into the cracks of your latest mistake
while the floor gives way...and you discover gravity....
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OUR TURN
pops
step aside
we may be as doomed as
any who've come before us
but like any who've come before us
we're damn well going
to give 'em all hell...one of these lives
something's gotta give, eh?
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step aside
we may be as doomed as
any who've come before us
but like any who've come before us
we're damn well going
to give 'em all hell...one of these lives
something's gotta give, eh?
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THERE THEY GO
I can no longer bless the parade
you dance in costume and expect everyone to bow
dozens of you demanding attention
and dozens of you common as dust
it is not mine to see you when the dance is done
and your own children will spit on you
who tired so hard to be their 'friend'
let God bless the fool's parade...I'm busy reclusing....
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you dance in costume and expect everyone to bow
dozens of you demanding attention
and dozens of you common as dust
it is not mine to see you when the dance is done
and your own children will spit on you
who tired so hard to be their 'friend'
let God bless the fool's parade...I'm busy reclusing....
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013
I DREAMT OF SHIVA'S MORNING
my world ended
when I woke up…
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CONCOURSE
I'm never sure of all the unknown eyes
reading and judging these words
and constructing an image
whose mouth could accommodate these glyphs
but even those I meet face to face
have no idea who I really am
and I look at them and see
whatever it is they show to me
what anonymous mass we hide within
provides the context for our participations
we're one in our troubles but alone
in the safety of our homes
free to imagine whatever we want
revealing truths or constructing unknown lies....
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reading and judging these words
and constructing an image
whose mouth could accommodate these glyphs
but even those I meet face to face
have no idea who I really am
and I look at them and see
whatever it is they show to me
what anonymous mass we hide within
provides the context for our participations
we're one in our troubles but alone
in the safety of our homes
free to imagine whatever we want
revealing truths or constructing unknown lies....
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Monday, November 18, 2013
NO AIRS
I have no airs
I'm in the gutter
with everyone else
and I like it here really
it remains me of where I came from
and to what I am returning
a normal daily earthly life
of daily struggle
a slow reflective walk home
through the early twilight
a decent dinner
and a night looking out the window
watching my past dancing by
in the lamplit street
as if it were happening in this instant....
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I'm in the gutter
with everyone else
and I like it here really
it remains me of where I came from
and to what I am returning
a normal daily earthly life
of daily struggle
a slow reflective walk home
through the early twilight
a decent dinner
and a night looking out the window
watching my past dancing by
in the lamplit street
as if it were happening in this instant....
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A MEAN FULL MOON
a mean full moon has passed
uprooting all our foolishness
and leaving us ready for nothing...
and so it should be...
take what comes neat...
if you had an inkling what it would be
you'd ruin it...your imagining being nothing
but your own faulty construct....
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uprooting all our foolishness
and leaving us ready for nothing...
and so it should be...
take what comes neat...
if you had an inkling what it would be
you'd ruin it...your imagining being nothing
but your own faulty construct....
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THE IMPERIAL 'WE' ISN'T SO IMPERIAL AFTER ALL
look!
we're all moving forward together...like it or not...
I don't care for this one or that one
and you have no use for which or whoever
and they can live without any of who or what
or which or when or why...
but damn we're tied in Oneness to an Oversoul
who'll take no gruff and ignore all our stuff
and is deaf to all pleas and blind to all supplication...
you do what you're told or you do without...
oh how we'll miss the earth when we leave...this is the only place
we can pull this bullshit...and even then it's diminishing returns
that moving on will lessen but not absolve...that remains to us...
see?
don't be so proud
don't be so vain
you're no different than anyone
and that's all we can claim for now....
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we're all moving forward together...like it or not...
I don't care for this one or that one
and you have no use for which or whoever
and they can live without any of who or what
or which or when or why...
but damn we're tied in Oneness to an Oversoul
who'll take no gruff and ignore all our stuff
and is deaf to all pleas and blind to all supplication...
you do what you're told or you do without...
oh how we'll miss the earth when we leave...this is the only place
we can pull this bullshit...and even then it's diminishing returns
that moving on will lessen but not absolve...that remains to us...
see?
don't be so proud
don't be so vain
you're no different than anyone
and that's all we can claim for now....
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Saturday, November 16, 2013
LISTEN TO THIS 'SHAMAN' TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF AS WELL AS YOU
anywhere you go is here
you are always who you are
and you are always where you're at
and knowing this detaches you
from a false mind of our Oneness
ruined in application for being false...for being
an agreed-on lie with a truer Reality beneath it
sustaining it because this Reality in all Its variety
will not...will never be denied...
and all you have is your own consciousness
to affirm this truth...that quiet unattended moment
is you in this world ...
and tears will be shed in either case...as part of the mass delusion
or as part of your realization of its part as the World....
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you are always who you are
and you are always where you're at
and knowing this detaches you
from a false mind of our Oneness
ruined in application for being false...for being
an agreed-on lie with a truer Reality beneath it
sustaining it because this Reality in all Its variety
will not...will never be denied...
and all you have is your own consciousness
to affirm this truth...that quiet unattended moment
is you in this world ...
and tears will be shed in either case...as part of the mass delusion
or as part of your realization of its part as the World....
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GOING FORWARD
we all wonder about the way forward...
and bromides like
don't regret the past nor worry about the future
are cold comfort for those who remember
this cheerleading has little to do
with their individual fates...
except for the going forward
which we do in any case
there we are and here we go
and what comes of it will either be
fresh error or the paying off of
some spiritual debt...
wonder all you like but that constant wonder
is subsumed in what it happening...even as you stop to think....
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and bromides like
don't regret the past nor worry about the future
are cold comfort for those who remember
this cheerleading has little to do
with their individual fates...
except for the going forward
which we do in any case
there we are and here we go
and what comes of it will either be
fresh error or the paying off of
some spiritual debt...
wonder all you like but that constant wonder
is subsumed in what it happening...even as you stop to think....
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Friday, November 15, 2013
CONTINUUM
10, 000 years from now
people will question our existence
the way we question
the existence of Atlantis....
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people will question our existence
the way we question
the existence of Atlantis....
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Thursday, November 14, 2013
THE LAST...THE ONLY...REAL TEACHING FOR US HERE
you have none but your own counsel
no love to relieve you
no forgiveness for every misstep
not even the love of some imaginary god
to absolve you of your own fault
and release from your sojourn won't be any escape
death will release from the conditions of this life
but you'll still be you and your struggles will remain
here in the eternal here and now of the Only Reality
oh do not think in terms of this only lifetime as this identity
it's a phase a stopover a pit stop
on the way to a reunion it will be up to you to attain
this is the last thing we re-learn in each earthly life
where we have nothing but our own minds to attain this enlightenment....
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no love to relieve you
no forgiveness for every misstep
not even the love of some imaginary god
to absolve you of your own fault
and release from your sojourn won't be any escape
death will release from the conditions of this life
but you'll still be you and your struggles will remain
here in the eternal here and now of the Only Reality
oh do not think in terms of this only lifetime as this identity
it's a phase a stopover a pit stop
on the way to a reunion it will be up to you to attain
this is the last thing we re-learn in each earthly life
where we have nothing but our own minds to attain this enlightenment....
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SIDESHOW SATAN
rage is soooo done
you tempted fate
and won a broken kewpie doll
your devil was a smelly old barker
in a plaid half-sleeve shirt
stogie unlit in his unsavory mouth
pork pie hat askew on his mangy horns
you cannot game the gamers but to ignore them....
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you tempted fate
and won a broken kewpie doll
your devil was a smelly old barker
in a plaid half-sleeve shirt
stogie unlit in his unsavory mouth
pork pie hat askew on his mangy horns
you cannot game the gamers but to ignore them....
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HERE ON YOUR OWN HOOK
when you can't hear the words
trust the silence
when you can't see the path
trust your own step
when nothing makes any sense
trust your instincts
when you think you're finished
know that you've just begun....
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trust the silence
when you can't see the path
trust your own step
when nothing makes any sense
trust your instincts
when you think you're finished
know that you've just begun....
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Wednesday, November 13, 2013
...WHICH WAS PROBABLY THE POINT ANYWAY
well I tried to believe you
when the thunder broke in the sky
and the swelling seas swallowed
half the lands where we lived
and I tried to believe you
when the waters receded and all that was left
was a shingle made of bricks and siding
and clays and broken foundations
yet I tried to believe you
when your priests moved among the displaced
in ramshackle Red Cross shelter
shilling for acceptance of the One's unspeakable Will
and it was in that wreck of purging ruins that I stopped
trying to believe you and took matters into my own hands....
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when the thunder broke in the sky
and the swelling seas swallowed
half the lands where we lived
and I tried to believe you
when the waters receded and all that was left
was a shingle made of bricks and siding
and clays and broken foundations
yet I tried to believe you
when your priests moved among the displaced
in ramshackle Red Cross shelter
shilling for acceptance of the One's unspeakable Will
and it was in that wreck of purging ruins that I stopped
trying to believe you and took matters into my own hands....
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Monday, November 11, 2013
PERPETUAL WHATIZ
if 'not all who wander are lost'
then not all who stumble necessarily fall...
I'm no different than anyone
told to plot my course
and sally forth with all responsibility
weighing down the humped shoulders
than have have lugged all karma in futility
of expecting grace or mercy or any forgiveness...
this is just how it is...
not a thing you imagine is the way it actually is
and something bigger than you keeps the tally
of your worm track through time and space
and a way always opens before you
not always 'lost'...not necessarily fallen....
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then not all who stumble necessarily fall...
I'm no different than anyone
told to plot my course
and sally forth with all responsibility
weighing down the humped shoulders
than have have lugged all karma in futility
of expecting grace or mercy or any forgiveness...
this is just how it is...
not a thing you imagine is the way it actually is
and something bigger than you keeps the tally
of your worm track through time and space
and a way always opens before you
not always 'lost'...not necessarily fallen....
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Saturday, November 9, 2013
SUNSET ON THIS AGE
this is where we part company in the last night
united in our fear and wonder
at what the morning will bring...
I'm no longer concerned...
the world is the same
whatever the age...it is the tear in the fabric
of the veil that will let us slip through
to reunite in the misty glows of what morning....
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I might as well be alone...
so says everyone on their road
so says all who cannot see
that their aloneness is shared
and the mass of humanity we call 'us'
are separate experience
forming one complete whole of being
that is alone in its completeness...praise be someone
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so says everyone on their road
so says all who cannot see
that their aloneness is shared
and the mass of humanity we call 'us'
are separate experience
forming one complete whole of being
that is alone in its completeness...praise be someone
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memory is the content of being...
would it could only be
harmless nostalgia
to soothe the failures of a lifetime
delivering you to some just comeuppance
by remembering the bright promise that drew you
from all that you loved
with the ending yet to be petrified into memory....
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would it could only be
harmless nostalgia
to soothe the failures of a lifetime
delivering you to some just comeuppance
by remembering the bright promise that drew you
from all that you loved
with the ending yet to be petrified into memory....
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Friday, November 8, 2013
FULL IS THE HEART
empty
means to be refilled
void
means a space to be filled
you are not what you were
and have yet to become what you'll be
full
is the heart that learns this mystery....
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IF IT MADE ANY SENSE IT WOULDN'T BE REAL
after all the ruin
and defeats of the will
still
there is a triumph
still you own the history
of your trek through cosmic wormholes
still
you are what you are becoming
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and defeats of the will
still
there is a triumph
still you own the history
of your trek through cosmic wormholes
still
you are what you are becoming
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THE GATE
so I passed through the gate
and found myself
right where I started
right where I am
I thought it would be
otherwise
but the gate lets in and out
the only world you know
and that doesn't change
and that will never change
for all the morphing going on around you
that will never change
and isn't that comfort? isn't that a relief?
to know there's nothing else to hinder belief?
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and found myself
right where I started
right where I am
I thought it would be
otherwise
but the gate lets in and out
the only world you know
and that doesn't change
and that will never change
for all the morphing going on around you
that will never change
and isn't that comfort? isn't that a relief?
to know there's nothing else to hinder belief?
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Monday, November 4, 2013
ON SOME WAY
so many are leaving
all at this time
and the incoming souls
merely suggest a resemblance
maybe they come seeking
one who is going
catch them in some overlap
neither comprehends
but either you met the one you loved
here in this earthly time shared
or the one you wanted waited beyond
to come some other time for other business
who knows who's coming and going
among those arriving and leaving?
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he stared out the window
recalling the time old Rafferty
in his humorous stupor
stood up to toast the waitress
ladened with jugs (her own and the brew)
and the moment he lowered his mug
saw the fist of the lass's boyfriend
fly square to his face
and knocked him square into the upper choirs
or roared as he told of the fight
that spilled from tavern to road
with fists and feet and teeth
tearing at every morsel of meat on the man
until a pair of nuns came gliding into view
on the roadside
(the look of reproach blowing over the land
and across the clyde as if an avenging angel
traced its flight in reflection on the ocean's surface
in its mission to destroy the world for all and good)
and the men broke their choke holds
and like little boys in the recess yard
picked up their caps and fiddled with the brim
heads hanging in shame as the sisters slid past
with the silent disapproval thicker than haggis
in the mouth of a sinner
and Lonette
who in the late spring twilight
lit a beacon of golden hair as the fireflies scattered
and in the dimness of the falling night
glowed in the quiet embrace of her man
tired after the travails of a day's work
and long years of the troubles
he stared out the window
the rheum in his eyes
sealing in the memories as the room filled
with swirling points of light
as he lifted into the air dispersing past the dark
into the ancient light beyond sight
riding on the keening of kin...
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recalling the time old Rafferty
in his humorous stupor
stood up to toast the waitress
ladened with jugs (her own and the brew)
and the moment he lowered his mug
saw the fist of the lass's boyfriend
fly square to his face
and knocked him square into the upper choirs
or roared as he told of the fight
that spilled from tavern to road
with fists and feet and teeth
tearing at every morsel of meat on the man
until a pair of nuns came gliding into view
on the roadside
(the look of reproach blowing over the land
and across the clyde as if an avenging angel
traced its flight in reflection on the ocean's surface
in its mission to destroy the world for all and good)
and the men broke their choke holds
and like little boys in the recess yard
picked up their caps and fiddled with the brim
heads hanging in shame as the sisters slid past
with the silent disapproval thicker than haggis
in the mouth of a sinner
and Lonette
who in the late spring twilight
lit a beacon of golden hair as the fireflies scattered
and in the dimness of the falling night
glowed in the quiet embrace of her man
tired after the travails of a day's work
and long years of the troubles
he stared out the window
the rheum in his eyes
sealing in the memories as the room filled
with swirling points of light
as he lifted into the air dispersing past the dark
into the ancient light beyond sight
riding on the keening of kin...
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WHAT BINDS US TO THE WORLD...AND OURSELVES
a double shot frozen margarita
a burrito large and spicy
some chocolates for desserts
and a tight embrace and sweet deep kiss
these memories of earthbound pleasure
(Epicurian for sure) will sustain eternally
even if in leaving this plane
we must give them up...but oh to remember
the tiny moments....
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a burrito large and spicy
some chocolates for desserts
and a tight embrace and sweet deep kiss
these memories of earthbound pleasure
(Epicurian for sure) will sustain eternally
even if in leaving this plane
we must give them up...but oh to remember
the tiny moments....
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WHAT IT MEANS TO BE TRULY ON YOUR OWN
all right already with the preachings
the histronics and the weepy teachings
every chance taken is a desperate soul reaching
for some break that will deliver transcendence
but how many times wear a barrel home?
how many times must a fool as such be known?
why all the suffering if one finally stands up to own
what one has squandered straddling the fence?
I'd rather hang from a rope by my bumbling balls
than answer every god-damned purpose that ascends to call
me to attend to shambles I do not know at all
if God wants satisfaction let Him finally own up...
instead of leaching the weary bone of putrid flesh so dense
it cannot even rise up to say enough!!!!
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the histronics and the weepy teachings
every chance taken is a desperate soul reaching
for some break that will deliver transcendence
but how many times wear a barrel home?
how many times must a fool as such be known?
why all the suffering if one finally stands up to own
what one has squandered straddling the fence?
I'd rather hang from a rope by my bumbling balls
than answer every god-damned purpose that ascends to call
me to attend to shambles I do not know at all
if God wants satisfaction let Him finally own up...
instead of leaching the weary bone of putrid flesh so dense
it cannot even rise up to say enough!!!!
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Sunday, November 3, 2013
so we move forward in the cold autumn day
even with winter approaching
spring is only days behind that
then the roiling summer and then back to this again
it's as if time ceased to exist...
as if eternity removed the mask to show
a clock face without any hands
and we know moving forward is another illusion
biting the dust in the expanding awareness
of our morphing but always here and now...
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even with winter approaching
spring is only days behind that
then the roiling summer and then back to this again
it's as if time ceased to exist...
as if eternity removed the mask to show
a clock face without any hands
and we know moving forward is another illusion
biting the dust in the expanding awareness
of our morphing but always here and now...
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at best it's enlightenment and compassion
and feminine angelic beauty
at worst it's scheming for money
and averting your eyes from the poor
and the topless dancers at the local bar
whom we wish our wives resembled...
something is always lost in the translation
someone is always around who just doesn't get it
and commonly enough each of us
takes a turn wearing that dunce cap
at worst it's bitterness and sorrow
and angry regret
at best it's wisdom and surrender
and the weeping face one puts on a welcoming breast...
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and feminine angelic beauty
at worst it's scheming for money
and averting your eyes from the poor
and the topless dancers at the local bar
whom we wish our wives resembled...
something is always lost in the translation
someone is always around who just doesn't get it
and commonly enough each of us
takes a turn wearing that dunce cap
at worst it's bitterness and sorrow
and angry regret
at best it's wisdom and surrender
and the weeping face one puts on a welcoming breast...
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Saturday, November 2, 2013
CHECK THE EGO AND LOSE THE RECEIPT
grand notions pursue big ideas
misunderstood as they're considered
pride will get you in deep trouble
even as it keeps you afloat
there is only the One Destination
in the Only Reality there is
that is beyond any sense of winning
and you're blessed with many opportunities to fail
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misunderstood as they're considered
pride will get you in deep trouble
even as it keeps you afloat
there is only the One Destination
in the Only Reality there is
that is beyond any sense of winning
and you're blessed with many opportunities to fail
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AFTER ACTION
wish...hope...plan...visualize all you like
you cannot control the cosmos
act but only after action
do you see what you have done
and further act will remedy or worsen
according to your prescription
but the tally is kept beyond your efforts
and shows the real state of your endeavors
o.k. alright...lesson learned...and aiming to act
lower than your imagining will bring higher result
and the cosmos will be always ahead shaping
the contours of creation around each trembling touch
wish...hope...plan...visualize all you please
and nothing will stop until you do....
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you cannot control the cosmos
act but only after action
do you see what you have done
and further act will remedy or worsen
according to your prescription
but the tally is kept beyond your efforts
and shows the real state of your endeavors
o.k. alright...lesson learned...and aiming to act
lower than your imagining will bring higher result
and the cosmos will be always ahead shaping
the contours of creation around each trembling touch
wish...hope...plan...visualize all you please
and nothing will stop until you do....
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feels so good to remove one's self-donned headpiece
disrobe out of one's delusions
and stand naked before a mirror
and see for once the dents in the body
the self-inflicted wounds
and the gashes of hateful others
out to destroy themselves and take as many
down with them as possible
I own my fate
even before the unforgiving God
and if nothing we do is good enough
then what the fuck does it matter what we do?
and so it's love and do what you will...
I've loved and I've failed and now I recluse...
disrobe out of one's delusions
and stand naked before a mirror
and see for once the dents in the body
the self-inflicted wounds
and the gashes of hateful others
out to destroy themselves and take as many
down with them as possible
I own my fate
even before the unforgiving God
and if nothing we do is good enough
then what the fuck does it matter what we do?
and so it's love and do what you will...
I've loved and I've failed and now I recluse...
THE DEATH OF THE EGO...OR NOT
funny...
this weekend with its eclipses and Uranus-Pluto squares
and retrogrades and nodal locations
is supposed to be the
'official' kick-off for the Aquarius Age
and all this hell we're enduring
is 'purification' at best
and God cleaning house at worst
and yet nothing here in essence has changed
maybe...despite 'as above so below'...
there are changes as the conditional states require
constant fallings apart and comings together
to maintain what perpetual unconditional...
and yet there's no magic voila to transform anything...
we still awake up with our sorrows crushing
our foreheads as we rise and the promise of some enlightenment
remains some empty promise to keep us
in our collective misery...and if there is some transcendental
enlightenment happening it happens below
the conscious meat minds of our worldly brains
deluded into thinking it could work some magic
like the Crucifixion letting a new reality in
it was unapparent to the daily world of our time...
you think I'll go on wasting my time adding to my ruin
believing in One who won't be there to extend the helping hand?
I'll do it myself and whether I succeed or fail
I'll just be another county heard from...
'love and do what you will...' damn straight I will...
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this weekend with its eclipses and Uranus-Pluto squares
and retrogrades and nodal locations
is supposed to be the
'official' kick-off for the Aquarius Age
and all this hell we're enduring
is 'purification' at best
and God cleaning house at worst
and yet nothing here in essence has changed
maybe...despite 'as above so below'...
there are changes as the conditional states require
constant fallings apart and comings together
to maintain what perpetual unconditional...
and yet there's no magic voila to transform anything...
we still awake up with our sorrows crushing
our foreheads as we rise and the promise of some enlightenment
remains some empty promise to keep us
in our collective misery...and if there is some transcendental
enlightenment happening it happens below
the conscious meat minds of our worldly brains
deluded into thinking it could work some magic
like the Crucifixion letting a new reality in
it was unapparent to the daily world of our time...
you think I'll go on wasting my time adding to my ruin
believing in One who won't be there to extend the helping hand?
I'll do it myself and whether I succeed or fail
I'll just be another county heard from...
'love and do what you will...' damn straight I will...
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