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Monday, November 8, 2004


good luck understanding my thoughts...
(not really a ""postie day"")

-Tis my turn to dance this dance where we one by one stand in line to fall off this cliff, like smokers stand in line to die of suffocation..-

Of course we all have those thoughts of where this life of reality comes to bite us square in the neck. As it bites, it suffocates you to breathe no longer of this world, but to avoid it at all cost, of staying awake and go along with the suffocation of this new world that your eyes have been opened to. I never would've thought it would happen during the sanctification of purity of the 'celtic remedy' stage of the year, but the imagination of my world has collapsed and is harder to regain. As the normal mortal mind will read this, none shall be deceived on the wording of which my tongue slurs what i have announced at this platform of minds. In fact, one will follow my vision into this unknown stranger of a world to stare in wonderment at the regular society's path of all the brain washed zombies. I, on the other hand, have chosen not to follow that path and to follow one where a leaf's fall coming to the ground of autumn will remain a spheric path to dreams. Have you yet to notice such a paradise? Will you ever notice that nature IS the celtic remedy each year i follow by whenever my breath represents the fog in the mornings' dew? Of course not. I do not expect you to contemplate such resources, nor do i expect you, (nor want u..) to understand my comprehension of my world which lies in between my eyes (which have created this world by connecting all of the theories of life together into one simple format of a play), therefore, give up your chances of playing with me side by side, and sit back with those zombie eyes and watch me ''dance off this cliff'' into my own immortal sleep of dreams, where the true heaven lies...Lu

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