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Thu, 1 Nov 2007 at 10:34pm

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I had clearly measured out the fathoms and there were 20,000. What beast would dare exit such a depth not equipped with a proper name? I said to it, "your name is now

So years later I was on rocks waiting for Samantha's sister

drinking only the finest of boozes and waiting for Samantha's sister

These personal mythologies and their accompanying rotations so as. To host a heavenly body you don't need much space an infinity of angels can dance on the head of a pin.

The floor ran red with blood like curdled dragons I was only 7 and I took all her money.

"One thousand always seemed like more than a million," said Samantha's sister. I rolled my eyes but she didn't see so I did it again and this time she saw. It was a good thing.

On those rocks with Jim teaching me how to forget these and others I heard Tilopa's words of advice and took them to heart. Don't remember, Don't imagine, Don't examine, Don't control, Don't think: Rest, he said and that's what I did. I wondered for her sake about those enormous sloths of old who stood taller than elephants and moved an inch a minute. Samantha's sister is a crazyface, she only takes one breath every hour and says that's all she needs.

Two others like this.
2007-11-01
The commendations this piece recieved in IF1 were: 0 minus votes, 2 plus votes, and 0 astars.
inthecafeteria
2007-11-02

There's something about these pieces that somehow seem like they are attempting to communicate something few people have ever imagined. That's something I can respect on a new level, and I don't see enough of it.

I love your pieces. This one is especially ponderous. I think I especially loved the third passage.

sold
2007-11-18
I almost think of this as dadaism, though it is very intriguingly aloof...