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received instruction, piece. what received instruction fails to teach us is that it is possible to escape flesh that if we leaned back, back more, and gasp-second as the chair falls off its last leg, we will fall out of our bodies. we will be boundless from ourselves, free to dream-fall, though eyes 2-inch wide we will re-enter earth under no false pretenses hatched from wombs of half a dozen nearly silent she-vessels on their steady voyages to Middle. dawn, sweet collection, dawn. and lift hands to your cool, alabaster face. the longest should be directed to 3/3. you’ll scoff. i’ve seen it. but trust your hands and it will be. - from a place of yes. at some point, you feel your body trying to escape your body, as if moving upward, a skeleton lighter than the blood-air surrounding it. it breaches, separates from its flesh tomb to be cold, naked, and piercingly stung before our sun and our god.
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
received instruction
received instruction, piece. what received instruction fails to teach us is that it is possible to escape flesh that if we leaned back, back more, and gasp-second as the chair falls off its last leg, we will fall out of our bodies. we will be boundless from ourselves, free to dream-fall, though eyes 2-inch wide we will re-enter earth under no false pretenses hatched from wombs of half a dozen nearly silent she-vessels on their steady voyages to Middle. dawn, sweet collection, dawn. and lift hands to your cool, alabaster face. the longest should be directed to 3/3. you’ll scoff. i’ve seen it. but trust your hands and it will be. - from a place of yes. at some point, you feel your body trying to escape your body, as if moving upward, a skeleton lighter than the blood-air surrounding it. it breaches, separates from its flesh tomb to be cold, naked, and piercingly stung before our sun and our god.
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Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:46 PM UTC
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