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L'automne commence et tout devient parfumé de la joie. L'air devient lourd. Les épices font écho de notre histoire. Ma soeur, venez avec moi. et respirent ce sirop de beauté.
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FCGST (sensory mode lyrical)
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I used to dream (not infrequently) of stepping outside my home and finding dead rats or opossum carcasses on my front lawn. The dream would always end with me desperately trying to convince people that this was a very bad omen, and no one taking me seriously. Most frustrating was their insistence that I was over-reacting and there was in reality ( Read more... )

Sometimes, when everything is on a downswing, I seem to gather strength from the strangest sources ( Read more... )

What a month this has been for me. I won't go into too much detail here, but I will give you the basic synopsis ( Read more... )

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Since everyone else is doing it, I decided I would too.

( Look here, folks! )

Today I need to go to the pharmacy to get my scripts refilled. That means dinner with Lon. We usually combine errands with a trip to a restaurant ( Read more... )

For those of you familiar with the word experiments of Brion Gysin and William Burroughs, this technique needs no explanation. If you are not familiar with the technique, "fold-in" basically involves the permutation of different texts into a new context creating new meanings and new strains of information. More on this technique can be read in ( Read more... )

I am still here, still breathing ( Read more... )

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Lifted from stremph

Go to this page and refresh until you get a total of five quotations that are meaningful to you, or mean something about you, or you agree with them, or whatever criteria you choose, I guess ( Read more... )

Things have been steadily getting worse for me this past few weeks, but I am trying to look at the bright side. I'm just not always sure where that is ( Read more... )