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the Beginning is the End and versa-vice and the End of the Beginning is no other than the Beginning of the End blank night engenders full day dream is reality can't you see how everything is nothing but its reverse inside out? within, we exist tightly bound by our intellect somewhere in there the drive to be (and its reverse, to not-to-be) simultaneously await our consciousness. Outside my door my dog whimpers in its dreams chasing whatever archetypal ball exists for him and doesn't, of course As for me, I will now wake up and go to sleep
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
in the beginning is the end and vice-versa
the Beginning is the End and versa-vice and the End of the Beginning is no other than the Beginning of the End blank night engenders full day dream is reality can't you see how everything is nothing but its reverse inside out? within, we exist tightly bound by our intellect somewhere in there the drive to be (and its reverse, to not-to-be) simultaneously await our consciousness. Outside my door my dog whimpers in its dreams chasing whatever archetypal ball exists for him and doesn't, of course As for me, I will now wake up and go to sleep
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Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
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