

discomfort is usefulthere's a difference you can feel it there's a reality that you can notice if you look without imposing the Arete is there, but you must concentrate and engage to know the real thing from simple intent or ability which is not the same thing the master carpenter is he who cuts the wood best life does not run well on autopilot and the desire to do so is in itself a form of fear but to pay attention and listen, and consider another world is a form of lovediscomfort is useful


all power requires a sacrificethere are as many ways of doing this as there are people the energy invested makes the difference qualia and optima intentional and open focus creates energy but this energy might dissipate or do harm as easily as aid one must learn to sculpt and to disdain the metaphor is to throw away the value life cannot be formalized there is no equation but there is you're just not allowed and I'd put 5 on it as the Canadian told me "God's got security" so be human,all power requires a sacrifice
for humanity's sake.


The Cheerleader and The CriticMy evil little giant sister I will always be there to shape you as I know you'll always be there for me to generate new energy I love you so much and I know you do too but we'll never agree you see my wrath as sin as I see your contempt but we're really both necessary.The Cheerleader and The Critic


BaroquenSomething missing. I don't know where it went, because it's nothing at all. It is precisely nothing, a nothing with a shape. And it didn't really go anywhere at all, but I know it's not there. I think I'm being carved, by different shapes without being into something smaller but more ornate more pleasing to the mind's eye, though painful it is to the current ego.Baroquen


Spider SawAn aged worldSpider Saw
Still the creature of habit
Laughs and cries
Sings her songs
Not a care,
This world
Brings us bare—
To ponder her elusive mystery
The need for someone to live
Long enough
Tell us
A secret wrapped in ways
Million years ahead
A spider, its body metallic black and yellow
A head and legs eternal white
Scopes the crevice, walks on water
For a future colony
It s
the smell of rain creeping in under the door, the blast of pain inside the floor
when does the feeling change into a talisman
a tool with which to pluck out thine eyes
a fool to be found inside a raven's lost gaze
when will the buildings fall
and the structure thats grown so damn tall
when will romance sweep us all off our feet
and the thunder of lovemaking sweeping the street
when will the last login occur-last blog entry last email- when will we be back in the arms of earth our mother
the restorer...
sigh
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