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simple pleasures of the night bound in opaque blur simple pleasures of company small talk portraits of wavering morality pleasure of thought and silent contemplation pleasure of the stirring midnight road wound together in startling harmony pleasures of touch, scent and fleshy wounds pleasures in the dual-nature-bound isness & wobbling on it's own axis as memories align to dreams of pure being transitional pleasure of lifetime excitement constant pull of inward motion onward through toppling out into the very stew of existence lapping up and latching onto stony shoreline basking in radiant glow of the sun praying for the gentle continuum of moments disengaged O' Once! & O' May it go further still! til' total evaporation of conscious boundaries erected in vain needlessness meandering backward in hollow corridors with only the waxing yellow glow of the idol, the specter which stalks the air & who clutches falsely at ambient essence & becomes thrown down through the passage exposed wholly and beautifully delusional before the feet of the undeniable mountains
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 11:04 PM UTC
Absolutely Zeros
simple pleasures of the night bound in opaque blur simple pleasures of company small talk portraits of wavering morality pleasure of thought and silent contemplation pleasure of the stirring midnight road wound together in startling harmony pleasures of touch, scent and fleshy wounds pleasures in the dual-nature-bound isness & wobbling on it's own axis as memories align to dreams of pure being transitional pleasure of lifetime excitement constant pull of inward motion onward through toppling out into the very stew of existence lapping up and latching onto stony shoreline basking in radiant glow of the sun praying for the gentle continuum of moments disengaged O' Once! & O' May it go further still! til' total evaporation of conscious boundaries erected in vain needlessness meandering backward in hollow corridors with only the waxing yellow glow of the idol, the specter which stalks the air & who clutches falsely at ambient essence & becomes thrown down through the passage exposed wholly and beautifully delusional before the feet of the undeniable mountains
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jmartinez
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 11:04 PM UTC
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