Off-key and creepier still, his tune had been launched. He hoped for the best in angelic translation:
"Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand..."
-Duran Duran
Q: Are you okay? You don't seem so well. Is there anything I can do?
A: Help me to study? Help me to get a job? Teach me to "Sing"?
-I'm afraid of losing my wits.
Take it nice and slow. If you get ONE thing done a day, you'll be succeeding. Count your Good Points. - And Keep in mind there are no Bad Points.
Q: How do I recover the Good Reality?
A: Drop Nothing!
A: Study the Craft further.
A: In times of Need, increase your Deeds.
A: Be seen.
A: Make a clean room cleaner.
A: Know your dreamlife. Show me that you can.
A: Don't be False. Lead with the Truth.
A: Contact your Most Inner Guide.
A: Support your local library (okay that one's my own personal request)
A: Find your Fabric; your Sanctuary.
One day, I'll be in a loving relationship with a sexy, fun, goofy woman. But not today. Today I'm alone and a little bit sad.
You do know how it works don't you?
"You used to say Live and Let Live. You know you did, you know you
did, you know you did..."
-Sir Paul McCartney
I wish that she would be my key
I'm spun-out on eternities.
A secret breed with highest love
Returns. Lost. With Horror from Above.
-R.L.Singer
I listen for her gently. A solid singing dream. Living in emergency. At war with myself. Home a prison. Love a curse. I am attracted to a Twin. You've gotta feel my song.
Old. Heart. Dies.
Song. Painful. Blues.
Soul. Returns. Love.
There can be only one. Bring yourself to a position of strength. You will always be at the Mercy of God. The mercy of God is before me.
He knew he was in for it when he started going by the name William Wilson!
Grab the light that is still in you and invite your wildest dream to come.
If it was a question of love, do you honestly think I would be having this problem?
I cannot write more than a line or two. The rest just seems like an insidious lie played too loud for the world's own good.
Yet something is missing they tell me.
when my game is through and if in fact I achieve another chance to play, I'll not do this scenario again.
Ink is fantastic, a gentle glue.
"At the center of each galaxy is a black hole; that immense gravity pull is what gives it spin. In the eye of the storm, light and shadow cancel eachother out. And without such matter, there is only consciousness, cleaned. Hold on to the world, with the senses you have at your disposal. They are your toolcase of consciousness, As an infant, we have comprehended two-dimensions. As a child, three-dimensions. Through scientific teachings, we begin to understand a forth dimension. As an adult (call that what you will) we percieve the dimensions multiplying in upon themselves into a fifth dimension and like points of light in the sky, our consciousness as a race begins to illuminate and glow in the dark. We begin to separate our consciousness from the dream. We send ourselves spinning, just to keep from our own black hole, that first dimension, that singularity, our one true home. Not Earth. Not this Earth. Earth is just the name of the game we've all been playing. Consciousness Monopoly by any other name. And who are these Parker Brothers anyway? The ones who have made the rules for you to live by? While pastel bills work fine for some, I'm more interested in a wife and two kids than the Reading Railroad-- but they've got a game for that too. It's called Life. Sorry. Parcheese. Dungeons and Dragons. Screw all this noise, I'm taking my marbles and going home. True Home. Perhaps I'll design my own special game for the masses to market."
Secrets of our Galaxy.
Breathe as the Ancients once did.
Therein lies the magic.
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