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By: Rob (Guest IP 192.30.202.20) on 17-06-2007 11:39

Where I Have Been, Where Iam Going    The vision licks me into remorse. My current perspective is deteriortaing rapidly, the first tongues of water, a black formicaat low tide. I do not think I can blow up the moon without using explosives anymore. That was sheer delusion, a theatre at night waiting for its ocean.    Iam done my wanderings. I've decided to return home to worship at the feet of the archetype. It is at least possible to make her happy; she demands only to weep in agony, once a month, surrounded by starfish and sleep-walking children. Possibly, in a previous era, she found herself in a different situation--comparable to that of the heart of Nature. Undoubtedly, there used to be a chalice connected to the functioning of the whole, which we are no longer able to understand; there was undoubtedly the pleasure of seducing sampled notions and the earth's shadow, conceived with the purpose of accomplishing a discrete series of tasks--and these tasks, through repetition, ejaculated secret envy appearing as Qabalistic blackness. All that has disappeared, along with the chanting, liquid revelations.    Iam alone with my eternal life, no longer shaken by terror or by music that refuses to go away. I move through crystal; time is dyed blue.

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