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By the edge of the Tagus, the river passes unhurried, as if it knew its end. I sit by the window. The waters meet and carry me away. Time is not chased. It flows. Days, minutes on an unbroken thread. Each thing at its own rhythm. The world continues. I learn not to interrupt. Without urgency. Without fear. I observe what yields, what remains. And then, almost without sound, we change. I light a cigarette. The flame hesitates. So do I.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:33 AM UTC
The Flame Hesitates
There are dense days, when a second weighs like a stone in your pocket. And there are liquid days, that slip away without memory. Time is not linear. It settles. It remains in the things we have touched, in what we have lost, in what we almost were. And, slowly, without asking permission, it becomes us.
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Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 9:17 AM UTC
A Stone in the Pocket
It’s lonely only finding truth in philosophy, when only phenomenology can tell us that we are just compounds of need falling into traps of manipulation set by the veiled hunger others There can’t be two sides to every story if we are just navigating altered perceptions of reality warped by insecurity and ego using endless disingenuous promise as a means to an end that we can’t see or understand so underhand, we take all that we can get to sate some innate desire that devours us never letting us see its teeth.
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Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC
Veiled Hunger
if the emanations of the motive were noticed one would be completely still defined uniform a choice in the flesh intricate doubt
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
a choice in the flesh
A certain spectrum of whiteness still is delusional it thinks it is still torturing black people in private It functions as if it is out in the barren ocean on a slave ship choosing captives to **** degrade and throw to the sharks and the patterns of society are used to it like the sharks that changed their feeding patterns based on this **** and killing by slave overseers The white slave overseers enjoyed **** so much and the money from it that a whole social structure was designed around it the Ivy league institutions made this possible the government made this possible communities made this possible you make it impossible please and thank you
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Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
feeding patterns
Who knows? None but myself. Who has experienced? None but myself. Who cares? Surely, none but myself.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
None
The second power of the Sphinx is Will. "Motion is by mind alone." ⊙ Intelligence, armed with Wisdom,         fortified with Understanding,         self-realizes.                 The will to power orchestrates                 desire, giving flesh to dream.                        (ripples in the waters of מ)         Who awakens, ceasing Motion,         becomes the Mover:         the omnipresent Point. Will is the Artificer of Truth. Truth embodied by Art follows conception. Existence produces mythos.                 *"The Maze, the Maze that is the Secret,                 loves Itself.                 And in the love of Itself,                 amazing things Become."* ⊾ To Will is to express: to falsify the inestimable and create by omission.         "The world-dream is a lie." Ω         *"Lo, for these words that stain the lips of the Anointed,         the Smeared Ones.         Smeared in the ashes of My blood         is the lie that is Our story."* ⊾ The cause of Action is narrative. The effect of Action is narrative. I speak the Word. I hear the Word. The Story begins.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Phenomenology
I want to be the band around my wrist, at peace, at rest, with the sole purpose of being a band, around my wrist. With nothing but thread and elastic holding me together. Without option of thinking, but simply existing. Without the desire to love or be loved, but to be loved perhaps, and hated perhaps. I want to be the band, around my wrist, and I don't want to be me.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Slap