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The wilderness that is mankind is barely redeemed by his awareness of his sensuality. We often are so arrogant to believe ourselves outside of nature. Enamored with the mundanity of our habits we crave the sensational which can be mollified by intellectual endeavor. Through that we can realize once again that we can NOT go against nature, because when we do it is all a part of nature too. Our ability to fold nature into the shiny comforts of our lives can not sanely be viewed any differently than the spectacular ingenuity of of any other species on this planet. We merely have something to prove to ourselves, we have our selves to be aware of, we confirm our awareness and by doing so we are not congruent with our own nature.... To have faith in our own existence is to realize we are not supernatural, but just another animal with our hives, workers, and queens....Evolution is not over.
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Death that I might smile in it's face. Jello Biafra, Nietzsche, Ann Rand, Umberto Eco, John Updike, Shaun Cassidy, Edna st. Vincent Millay (the greatest writer on death I have ever read), and Missy Suicide....too many to list

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Pantisocracy

...And I have felt a presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; A sense sublime Of somthing far more deeply interfused Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocea...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:50:00 GMT

just found Sin.....

What do you do when the sins from your past are layed before you? My instinct is to attack and come to terms one way or another...But prudence suggests that I await, for surely she is as curious about...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:39:00 GMT

Stream of Conscious

Within marble, there lies down and from here we hear and feel the flayling,  undulating, keening pain met within a forest's throaty cry whom noone witnesses except sweet songs of other natural ki...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:32:00 GMT

I don't know what to say....

From proud laps they brightly lept    The flowers of a springtime muse; Wherein I wept the stinging slap    The secretes of life's trueth fused....
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 17:21:00 GMT

What????

Pondering... a bright full moon plashing playfully upon a lillied pond....        ....Ahhh the wonder...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 17:18:00 GMT

Inspired today...

What wonders from the air does wake, When with tingled senses from wind doth shake? I speak, I sing and yet I am quiet- I listen, I hear, and yet it is silent- I forget, I remiss, and despite I evolve...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 17:10:00 GMT

Magna Voce Per Umbras

I move in Darkness and the Darkess moves me- of shadows I speak, or perhaps, it is shadows that speak for me. Either way, it is the light that keeps, and from me, weeps; not for things long away but f...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Aug 2006 17:05:00 GMT

the night I was dumbfounded....

                                   -Haley's Comm...
Posted by on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 20:01:00 GMT

The scoop....

Well, here it is, the scoop!I like a girl and she likes me! YA! A bit playground but hey, it has been awhile and I kinda feel like a kid... Well, she is great. She was a friend first and our friendshi...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Jul 2006 17:26:00 GMT

The past

The Buck in the Snow White sky, over the hemlocks bowed with snow, Saw you not at the begining of evening the antlered      Buck and his doe Standing in the apple-orchard? I saw t...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 17:58:00 GMT