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  • guest_128 : part of some type of whole, but not where willpower was apparent, not where it was all that held up each individual (gods-stricken) reality
  • guest_128 : interspersed like memories in the well
  • guest_432 : intertwined all obsessions like things you most used. possessions you abandoned: the underwater poetry, the dreams of the sleepers in the trees
  • guest_43111111 : pictures of trees, not possessions of people with disease
  • guest_425 : the clouds and the full-on red light of the eclipse seemed intertwined, wispy yet thick up until the nearby highlands, down Away, to way out at sea (well beyond the glare of that slower red light
  • guest_422 : dirt in the eye, not worth a try; a haiku you could make, if you knew how to count.
  • guest_421 : you were that soul body connection, until that time when your body kills you. when it dies, it severs your connection. some part of your awareness like a bubble was wandering somewhere in some nearby world. it might pop and you forgot all the space between all the atoms or what it means action at a distance. sleepwalking to try to see the moon. not concerned with the signal itself or talking in your sleep only when theres someone there to hewwr
  • guest_421 : painting different colors in the same pool of water. the body was trying to kill you. you were not it, it was not yours. attached but a part of the physical bubble world. floated in like soap through the glass melts in without a shiver, or floats off to pop and die with no shudder. light was lighting the top of our world and you humans had no way to fly. no way to see.
  • guest_43 : each level of the matrix was trying to hack the other. different simulations run by different agencies to exploit latencies, the loopholes and cracks in security of the other equal opposite yet overlapping 'versions.' time travelers letting it all unravel like useful but disconnected ends of the same sandwich
  • guest_4320 : the physical world is but a reflection of the spirit world(s), nothing more. the sleepwalker has agency in each of the twin worlds
  • guest_431 : the exit to the forest is not the same either. the skyline changes as your imagination moves. a shimmer or ripple and the stone scenery had changed.
  • guest_431 : the entrance to the forest is beautiful. their blue aftermath sends you to the edge of spirit. green aftermath, spirals of stone and time's slow deconstruction. etching even the sun. pointless grooves like sky grafitti. the entrance to the forest is never closed. take shape and remind us you sound so lindo. make sound and show your shapes tan hermosa.
  • guest_431 : awareness+too+pointed+for+a+reflection. only dissarray in the decoding. sought meaning in likeness..... folds in the sheets, wind ripple in window curtain, make way and cover all traces of the aftermath. the entrance to the forest is beautiful. green reminder of the pale reindeer, the upside-down rainbow.you can change your luck. you can make yourself laugh.
  • guest_431 : in spiritual sense you were all you had to affect or change or mold.....turn yurself back into a 2d piece of film to fit back into their mold, or in the front of their projection machine. you got luckyto be in front. in their world for all to see, on display. here all that was at stake was style points. there all they could do was laugh or cry. we pretend to be giants like they. that our emotions matter. or crumble not to dust, the second they glimpse that burning red sun. no, our emotions are flaws in a crystal. they last, but only because all our energy makes it so. when nothing matters theres no reason to sigh anymore. even the annoying accidents carry some degree of wonder again
  • guest_431 : humans inherently knew points in history when the times themselves, they were a-changing,so to speak. all engaged in some life altering journey around those times. afterwards, gathering, unable to assess whether time had sped up or slowed down. gravity just the latest reactive force to what was buried. mass-less remnant of the older world
  • guest_429 : teach a cat to touch a dove. teach a dove to remind the cat it used to know how to fly
  • guest_428 : making things not matter makes them matter so they can not mtter agin
  • guest_428 : money is bad luck, put your hand back in the cookie jar again the same way you see no actual cookies comin out
  • guest_428 : they arent bad ppl theyre just better than you
  • guest_4277 : when i win i'm obstrued
  • guest_534 : the same sea was singing, in and out of time, but never what time it was
  • guest_534 : find me an end, or even a beginning, somewhere to bury these sounds
  • guest_534 : this is a way to burn out and have the light scattered along the same way. this is the oldest attempt at freedom. a net that caught a candle in a jar. every fractured moment is its fuel. burning so everything above and below can see. same hollow tree. nothing left to know.
  • guest_534 : psychadelic butterflies, unaffected. trance-like newness. never thinking of returning to the cocoon, because of the tastes and scents from their wildest dreams.
  • guest_531 : white ink white page, salty time like an ocean, a dirty wash, make all the feelings melt their dumb shells away
  • guest_532 : patch yourself up like a clay man, that has no history. oh but don't make yourself a new man, because then you won't have too much to say.
  • guest_532 : scraped the cold crystals off the skyline. the bayliner grounded in the ice, out where things used to happen,but we can't remember or say. just the same pulse of winter anywhere you go. you might as well be frozen. far enough underground to matter the same way again
  • guest_532 : fractions of moments matter, only some time. an indescribeable essence, falling slowly from above, less the imagery, just how there are too many to count and yet they were once somehow connected
  • guest_532 : reality coming in from a distance... just interpretting the distortion from different signals. how many waves or gravity ways got in the way
  • guest_532 : timelines of life intersecting like points along caduceus coils secretly ordered chain. electric like time not involved. memory a giveaway, how nothing standing on its own fades just gets more relevant somehow. Across from coincidence, the fact nothing surprises anymore, so it might as well be an elaborate puzzle or game. the certain moments that baffle you, like all the events that fell into place to set them up. jenga of decisionmaking, all to set up one chance coincidence, as the rational mind comes crashing down you wonder what it can mean or why bother trying to figure out
  • guest_5312 : no fractions of time, some indescribeable force, falling slowly above
  • guest_5312 : no fractions of moments matter, only some timeless indescribeable essence, falling slowly from above
  • guest_5312 : waiting for moments watching. waiting, for them to wither away. kill some frozen time that way. back in mountains, there is never much to say. the other coastlines, other views of the changing constellations. nothing much left to call a rock. no way to wait for it to roll away
  • guest_5312 : if i would try to watch life grow, i would be a moon of a moon. love no longer a light, or a line? no fractions of time, some indescribeable force, falling slowly above.glue as moments between love. glue had no desire to be divided. glue no momentary presence. Only affect, but no time to tell.
  • guest_53122 : if forever ends, i hope we're still there, so i can say, i told you
  • guest_531 : if you think about certain things... the world changes. if you think about other certain things, less than nothing happens. the world has always been this way. it means you are connected. it doesn't mean the world is more fake, perhaps the opposite.
  • guest_539 : that arch wasn't even a shape but it held up all the next ones that were available. simple wind and nothing left of night. colors were still available, burned in memory. frozen like the gray empty sky
  • guest_539 : simple colored night. what shape or kind of architecture can you recreate from symble blue and yellow, the shadow of a salmony pink. only replaying the same memory. scrape off a new glow from the same melted pool of ether. there is a starlit symmetry to its absences, this sun glow, plasma farming star quarry, not always visible but aimlessly sharing the same pointless known world
  • guest_539 : no gray symmetry to time. only endless colors. more endless than moments. and faster and more impossible to gather or re-use. kicking around in the woods or inside any old shadow to reveal a voice under a rock somewhere, instantly makes you forget the wave it rode in on. "take the gray topography, leave out the colored choice."
  • guest_538 : the only similarity between one human being and the next, is their in-comparability. no special mystery about you. just an unbroken chain. unravel the loopholes of the world and you may simply learn about how you are already connected. always were. the higher workings of that machine are not affected by time. energy is entact. connected. the world is endless. the mysteries are out there.
  • guest_537 : future dies again, another moment without a sunrise, or her idea of a home. known in knowing. you knowing how her eyes would wander, call somewhere a home, near the sun, near the carved out hollow
  • guest_537 : future dying again, a crumbling machine, just the way it was meant to be. the future is dying too and it is just a machine. all future die, another moment without a sunrise, or her idea of a home. known in knowing. your knowing how her eyes would wander, call somewhere near yours a home.
  • guest_535 : die a future death, get to forget, to go back, to truly forget regret, fill those holes with love, how that world could have been expressed, played like an instrument, with love, the way it was intended
  • guest_535 : the past is all you get to keep
  • guest_534 : can't sleep. things are eating the walls. .........where light? only a not dark, avoid. a sort-of black-m=rc--y that moves, only in its nature to devour. shading the light. just let sunrise resolve. clouded light like night center. sun does a job, or just keeps away the black. redesigned the night hunger that craves. pressurized in the moon, another gray message, turn to dust on your way down the tree. much less a ___hologram____
  • guest_534 : reverberate, resigned to waves. light spill, inside and out the doorway, dark night inside and out
  • guest_534 : ..........the same fate overlapping with its alternatives' common threads.......
  • guest_534 : just a ripple night caused.days awake. days away. from frozen winter waves.
  • guest_534 : where?just press when. somehow i ended up where what dry bed was a dream channel,or simple dead end. just an orange lake of pebbles traded for dreams, forgot, just a ripple might cause a warmth opposite this frozen sunken bottom
  • guest_5300 : theres starlight or memory of its absence........ between the silences, between the notes

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