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[title] => Pillow Sight Psychedelics
[time] => 2007-11-13 19:02:00
[hometext] => Wow. More prose then poetry, no clue what it means, feel free to be harsh (but niceness gets a HUG!)
[bodytext] => 12 ticks and the end becomes the start over again. The martyr and the muse both have a path, but do they not follow for the only thing they need to see? Yours is the only one that matters, only not to others. Find it, look it, see it, but do not be it, for it is not as it can be. Little to none is where it is at. Continuation of the last, nothing changed, yet everything has. The question is there, but you don’t see it. The answer may well be that stagnation was the only real change, and it is what was the downfall. Silence is golden, as the elders often say to the impressionable. But not everything that glitters is golden (oddly enough another quip of the elders mouths). Silence is what speaks the loudest to them, and to you. Silence is the stagnation, and it is always changing. That is the strange dichotomy that exists, but is constantly there. So let the mood set and they waters whey, they don’t see the sky. They don’t see it coming down, and the impending end that is above. Strange, because only the chickens seem to know. Find it, look it, see it, and be it if you need, but just always remember to watch the chickens. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 190 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Hennesy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 20 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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