Marilyn

A sublime pause between a cacophonous existence - the distillation of an experience.

Midnight Ramble

No matter what happens, it's comforting to know that this is not our only existence.
The very contents of our minds and of our subconscious can be immortal. The importance of voicing your intelligence, pushing envelopes, Respond to your environment.
Mere thought and ideology can cause revolutions, break civilizations, discontent.
Push the envelope. Social revolution, Freedom, sexual liberation, Inspiration. Embrace your desires. Feed your curiosity. Challenge authority. The mind is a super power.
Inspired to inspire and be Inspired to inspire and etc and so on and etc and...

"Over thinking, over analyzing separates the body from the mind.
Withering my intuition, missing opportunities & i must
Feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines."
- 'Lateralus', Tool

Found this old poem.

 Goes way back (Jun '02) ...
--
What pure evil, Lured into your scent,
Breasts so chiseled - to alter my state.
Even as hunter, I am the prey,
Poison my head, promise an eternal bed,
Mind thus raped,
Torn and frayed.

Riding against lines of reason.

Fuck all these memories,
Fuck all this fate,
Fuck all these nuances, of hope that we're fed.
Fuck all this living, like you were dead.
Fuck holding back.
Time to satiate.

Lose myself into a dream so wedged
Now I imagine...

My phallus you'll worship.
My words your decree.
I sever your mind- an infinite maze.
Pieces of the puzzle you may get right,
but which way round? which way right?
Pained into pleasure,
Shocked into Awe,
You won't believe,
until you're crying,
You bleed and pine.

And all will watch,
some with petrified gaze,
others in horny daze.
They all feel the tragedy,
and they can surely help...
They won't.

....

And it gets quite graphic after.
Must've been really pissed.

Yawn.

Making Conversation

Why did people naturally assume that the sun moves around the earth, rather than that the earth is actually rotating ?

                                Well ! ... obviously because it just looks like the                                  Sun is going around the Earth.

Hmm! ... What then would it have looked like, if it had looked as though the Earth was actually rotating ??

Doodling whilst waiting for his plane, Mr. me had his head for company... (yawn) 

There's a Cat in my Coffee ...

There's a r♪nG♪ng in my head. 
The S((o))und clinging to my brain.
The million ambassadors of rain. Clatter on the roof pane.
अ §cented whiff. अ l i g h t Terrapin. अ curly feline.
Ænd a bLanKet Ðivine.


... *sigh.

Arf!

Le significance de vie!

     Pain passes. Beauty remains. The exuberance of irrationale. Natural imitation. Art shapes life, opening the mind to the possibility of control over what seems uncontrollable. Art creates its own values and belief. The consequence of wisdom, perception, discipline, passion and chance. It speaks the language of nature to express our conception of what nature is not. It can consume, seducing the senses and refining that which is accepted as truth. It is a conscience made clear. A revelation of man. But it teaches nothing...

... except - the significance of life!

The ability of Chameleons is influenced by the company they keep.
Her talent is a resonating reminder of life's sincerest gifts. 
I just had to know.
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