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[Feb. 8th, 2008|01:24 am] |
abolition of pain
clean water
lots of foooood
!~!~!~!~!~!~!
when you define the power elite as somebody else you're running the loser script.
i define the power elite as myself and my friends and thats a winner script.
i define myself as a winner and i define my programs as winnable
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[Feb. 6th, 2008|02:36 pm] |
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain. |
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[Jan. 27th, 2008|12:19 pm] |
Kieran says:
i like that idea actually, videotaping a street scene of people walking
Kieran says:
and u could have digitally manipulated above there heads to have speech bubbles
Kieran says:
as well as correspendong thought bubbles in between conversation
Kieran says:
and u could do a whole street scene with 15+ people and their bubbles
Kieran says:
a cacophony of human feedback
Kieran says:
like wasps buzzing |
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| ... for further information, please consult your pineal gland |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|03:05 am] |
I Tell You: One must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star!
-Nietzsche
~Todays Wacky Adventures ~*
- Principia Discordia http://www.cs.cmu.edu/~tilt/principia/body.html
- Sufism http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sufism
- Rumi http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jalal_ad-Din_Muhammad_Balkhi-Rumi
- 8 Circuit Wiki Stylez http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/8-Circuit_Model_of_Consciousness
I am chaos. I am the substance from which your artists and scientists build rhythms. I am the spirit with which your children and clowns laugh in happy anarchy. I am chaos. I am alive, and I tell you that you are free.
- Principia Discordia
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[Jan. 23rd, 2008|02:25 am] |
I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels blest; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind e'er conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
'To Him we shall return.
- Rumi |
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[Jan. 21st, 2008|02:02 pm] |
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you are the divine being that makes the grass green |
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[Nov. 4th, 2007|10:56 pm] |
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In the belly of the beautiful machine
Manifesting myriad life serene
A perpetual sphere of motion
An ocean of sentient emotion
The immersion of sense reception
Painting vibrant life perfection
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[Oct. 29th, 2007|08:15 pm] |
Where does this world begin and end
Searching for a blueprint to transcend
Swimming through movements of form
Hiding inside a momentary sojourn
How do'eth the sun, creator of me
Bring forth this seed giving shelter to thee
At worlds end, resting beneath this tree
I become you, and you become me
Amongst a tranquil spring,
There is a calm peace
A vivid vista of colors
Motioning me towards release
Through the doorway, underneath the trees
There is a stillness hiding beneath the breeze
A deep and profound stillness
Gazed at with reflecting solitude
Time destroys all she creates
Love reminds us of all that awaits
The great cosmic metaphor
Invites our hearts to explore
All that is ever-present
Is ours forever-more |
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[Oct. 29th, 2007|06:42 pm] |
Traffic lights, pedestrian crossings
We're in the still point of the centre
Life appears at a stand still
The ecology of my biology
Hums me a nursery rhyme
A cellular story tale of a universe
In constant motion.
I am the trees, the rocks
The ocean and the sky
My vision full of division
A necessary distraction
Connecting me to a
Collective moment
Of idealogical insanity
A dream cast out
Over a thousand million suns
A dream of a body, a family
A country and a planet
When we move
The world moves with us
Atomic rearrangements
Interconnected emotional estrangements
Within and without
As the traffic rolls by,
Life resumes its fragile dance
A shifting organic sea
Of movement |
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