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Learning what we thought before; ceasing to think it anymore. Observing past Observors; ashamed and change. Never to be alone again. Observing the observor with more complexity. A humanoid radio. Somewhere in the nexus of observation, a tiny event, a mini, invisible lilliputian occurs. A result- self emerges but never stays. Interference on one city frequency. Happening as an impossible longshot. Straight flush losing, to another, a higher. A space between invention and deterioration. We, ­highest expression of what we know. Sleepwalking.
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
The Observors
Learning what we thought before; ceasing to think it anymore. Observing past Observors; ashamed and change. Never to be alone again. Observing the observor with more complexity. A humanoid radio. Somewhere in the nexus of observation, a tiny event, a mini, invisible lilliputian occurs. A result- self emerges but never stays. Interference on one city frequency. Happening as an impossible longshot. Straight flush losing, to another, a higher. A space between invention and deterioration. We, ­highest expression of what we know. Sleepwalking.
karol-stefan-olesiak
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Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
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