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we bounce around like free radicals

in our flesh, bones, and blood world

tricked into keeping time…

like there are such things as

beginnings and endings. startings and stoppings.

we have always been

our energy… part of the spurting spitting gases swirling

in a universe we claim to be ubiquitous

we deny what we know

and keep asking “what does it mean”

in our primal screams

is anybody listening? there must be fucking somebody. listening.

there are no clues… we are desperate to unlock our chemistry

there are no rules… we are desperate to map our minds

the textbook universe doesn’t give answers

but stars. there to read

gods. there to seek.

worlds. there to explore

moving towards life. or light?

all our heartaches and no one will remember us

in our constructs of 50 or 60 or 100 years.

all those we love, lose, or turn away from…

all those individual dramas and epiphanies

will move and melt into a cosmic quilt…

that sucks us all up in the end. including time.

cause time only matters when you’re breathing.

god. it’s lonely without my dog.

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    • pfiore8 on January 25, 2008 at 04:01
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    i’m just thinking. people are amazing in good ways. i just wanted to say that.

  1. there are no clues… we are desperate to unlock our chemistry

    there are no rules… we are desperate to map our minds

    the textbook universe doesn’t give answers

    but stars. there to read

    gods. there to seek.

    worlds. there to explore

    moving towards life. or light?

    So very sorry about your dog.

    • RiaD on January 25, 2008 at 04:12

    poor you

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  2. here

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    A dog wearing a cat suit.

  4. check it

    boom whap diggity

  5. Sorry for your loss…

    🙁

    I drew you a new picture the other night, though…was just waiting to post it here –

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  6. loved this pf8

    I’m totally on your wavelength but I never would have come up with such beautiful words to express it.  

    Off to bed for me.  To melt into my cosmic quilt… yeah!  

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