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Hypnagogia: EditorialHypnagogia: Doorway to Inner-Space By Rich HughesHypnagogia: Editorial
Dreaming has been a part of human history for as long as anyone can remember, and it's never lost it's mystical veil over it's denizens. The seemingly limitless interpretations of their value in our daily lives stretch to all walks of life. However, accompanied with this mystique is an altered state of consciousness known as " hypnagogia ", or in it's lay-terms, the " borderland state ", the " borderline ", or the " half-dream " state. Along with dreaming this is one of the most fascinating altered states of consciousness we can experience without the use of hallucinogenic s
in Editorial on 10/23/03
third focusillusions of emotions most perturbed formulate blistering skies which bleed into my vision. bracing against the current, I can feel you watching me. tears, begging for final release;third focus
a fatal fall from glory.
I cannot deny you, for all I seek is truth. with each doubtful exhale, my chest rumbles with vibrations of fear. an unbeating heart cannot love, and all I love is you. dry your tears, and come back to me. singing of a breakthrough, I can feel it coming through. challenging myself again to welcome the unknown, your p
in Open on 9/27/03
wayward plightyou've taken your time to allow the poison to coalesce in your veins. fevered moments, coming so slow just couldn't seem like suicide. pain is sudden, but change is gradual for you, and I watch you die with worn dry eyes. the sharp syllables of our whispers sound no longer; only the venerable echoes communicate inwayward plight
perpetual one-sided cacophony. with each fading inflection of
their romance my chest
sinks another cavity.
failing to ignore the sighs of shadows aloft my ears, I am reminded of the halos we once crowned which
in Dark on 9/27/03
y o u d o n t b e l o n gin Miscellaneous on 6/13/03
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the triangles within a spiral.Concious, patterns unfolding.the triangles within a spiral.
Are we the algorithmic substance in a spiraled epiphany?
6 points to the side and half a dozen to the other. I hold this secret of memory, as a rose, withering but blooming in the afternoon sun. The triangular pattern spins from cobwebs of memory, dazes the prodigy of a shadow, and cleanses humankind of a lie.
My brother, covet thy belief hold nothing sacred, deny thy rose which blossoms so sweetly against all expectation.
and live.
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I support $Jark and $Matteo
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Don't be afraid to make contact. I'm not afraid of aliens anymore.
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im mad you lost touch.
get in touch nigga.
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Ameas Qua.
[link] "Nobody Knows I'm Bi Anyway"
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Next time you see me, remind me to take over the world.
Keep it up!
Regards from Iceland...
Heil Hitler!
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"We are soldiers. And as soldiers we know that the only enemy who does no more harm is the enemy that is dead and destroyed." Heinrich Himmler 1933
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Dots and dandies dabbled, danced and diddled daisies downwards.
been some time since we spoke.
ive missed you bud, i hope all is well in your life.
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Ameas Qua.
[link] "Nobody Knows I'm Bi Anyway"
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Keep Smiling--for the other people, if not for yourself.
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-i don't think it will ever die-
if there is, you really should send me a note with some contact information.
I always wish to reconnect
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-i don't think it will ever die-
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Somebody Here Is Fat And Probably Wears A Speedo
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Keep Smiling--for the other people, if not for yourself.
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" There is no Religion higher than the truth. "
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Happiness, by
The Interview, by
Rusting Bridges of Suburbia, by
So, I did some peruzing, and earthed up these three pieces.
Happiness is beautiful in its own simplicity, and has a subtle kick to it that I find lacking in a lot of reading these days.
The Interview is an interesting little for-the-stage piece that I found myself cracking up over, all over the place. There's some great humor and dialogue going on here, as well as some great subtle toss-ins for the actors to experiment with. Something I would love to see performed.
While Rusting Bridges of Suburbia might be a little ho-hum subject-wise, the rhythm and control of meter that ~ honestbrutality has accomplished here is impeccable. It takes a lot of practice and a lot of control of vocabulary to get a good rhythm in a slam piece these days, and it's done beautifully here.
Get writing, fuckos. *jesusbite
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I support $Jark and $Matteo
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It is truley an echo of tommorrows past that makes these days of now seem so familiar.
Perhaps the seperation of self from artificial imagery is what makes truth such a profound reality.
Either way..hello
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Iron rusts from disuse; stagnant water loses its purity; even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind. ~Leonardo da Vinci
He who passes not his days in the realm of dreams is the slave of the days. ~Kahlil Gibran
And besides being intelligent when you post, you also do kick ass art to boot. O_O
I add you now, that I do.
Much
-ashey/asellus.
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Jade Puget is my hero.
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.:~THERE IS NO BIRTH WITHOUT BLOOD~:.
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Yellow Love.
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"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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