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Something is moving through you-- In a soft nuzzle...                                 In a casual run of fingers through your hair -- Something living moves through you. Intention, Attention, Elation Move within you-- Sometimes aware,                                   most often unaware. It shows itself in the holding of your hand; Instinct. It's Life. It's God. It's the "ill-intentioned" arm of Death. It's inspiration; Living alternate realities through imagination. Agitation, Anxiety, the need to succeed. An infinite intention flows through your circumstantial existence. Its only physical evidence, we call luck. Its lack of physical evidence, we call nothing. It, is nothing. We, are;                 the perfect vessel.
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Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:43 PM UTC
It's Nothing
Something is moving through you-- In a soft nuzzle...                                 In a casual run of fingers through your hair -- Something living moves through you. Intention, Attention, Elation Move within you-- Sometimes aware,                                   most often unaware. It shows itself in the holding of your hand; Instinct. It's Life. It's God. It's the "ill-intentioned" arm of Death. It's inspiration; Living alternate realities through imagination. Agitation, Anxiety, the need to succeed. An infinite intention flows through your circumstantial existence. Its only physical evidence, we call luck. Its lack of physical evidence, we call nothing. It, is nothing. We, are;                 the perfect vessel.
First observed and noted in 2010
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damian-acosta
American
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 2:43 PM UTC
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