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the baroque filigrees of symbolic multisyllabic all literation, tracing the golden meaning arcs to frame these notions that lie on the surface tension dividing line between the impulsive action of emotion and the rationing out of thought. a rhythmic phonetic dance that soothes the knotted anxieties, mesmerizes the world weary eye and opens the pores to permeate the membrane with the salve of dream stuff. rooting out intentionality and dancing with the darker stuff. deliberately destroying the blinders of conclusions, turning tales to hold the binding of inclusion. what stuff is this but goo, a primordial quicksand glue? just a person

Tell me what do your silent eyes see Does the horror fade to melancholy As the time passes by Does the sting remain an open slash Can emotions flow never soothe The pieces ripped from you Life is cruel in the face of innocence Never stops to see it's ignorance Tug tight hold what you have Comfort comes better by half As long as the spark divine is encased in mortal flesh it cannot speak in absolutes, to assume to know the will of the infinite in finite terms is the most destructive force at work in the world today. However, to know your own truth in relative (relate to life) terms, and enact that truth is not only the right of the i

The Legend of the Great Dismal Maroons Swamp Rats of the World Unite! A Secret History of "The Other America" James Koehnline I. OH, MY BROTHERS Freemasonry arose as a white, middle-to-upper class male conspiracy against God and King which sought to establish a new deal of the ages, a wholly rational infrastructure, administered by white male land-owners of the merchant class, so beautifully logical in its operations as to cause order to reign forever, in spite of human nature. White because the child-races were not ready. Male because logic was alien to women. Landowners because they alone knew responsibility. Merchants because they kne

I see you Screaming into the pillow Tear soaked blankets Be as afraid as you need to be He hears you Yelling about this life Walls shaking violently Be as loud as you need to be She tastes you Salty, sweet, with spice From another world Be as delicious as you need to be We feel you Holding on so tight Never letting go Be as weak as you need to be They smell you Hormones tell a story Between two legs Be as wild as you need to be