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jane they say that learning is just remembering 020826
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cube Perhaps if enough of us consider it, we can tear a rift in the veil...
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jane that would be amazing 020905
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User24 I don't think tearing any kind of rift in consciousness is such a great idea, but I may be wrong... 030328
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jack black you can be...and are wrong 030328
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User24 ??? I was being lighthearted. jeez. no-one ever gets it when I'm taking the piss. 030330
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phil oh you're such a zebra 030330
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jack black actually it's from my movie, high fidelity. i was also being lighthearted. jeez 030330
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silentbob its ok jack, i appreciate your over the top agressive antics and realize you're just being beautiful and hilarious 030330
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that bird over there my subconscious mind is one, destructive, omnipotent motherfucker, that's all i know.

long story.
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wingedSerpent although, thankfully, most of the time i am the only one it ever uses for target practice. 030330
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jane i can read your mind! haha 030514
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Dafremen Two words that describe the party we're having over at my place. Also describes the 80's really well. 030514
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god the 80's were a torture beyond description at best 030624
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pobodys nerfect but at least some of the 80's music was good(well,in my opinion,at least) :) 030624
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amy very definitely. Jung came up with the collective unconscious while uranus was in pisces. it is in pisces again, now. and neptune is now in aquarius, so now we've got some "reception" going on. 030628
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pipedream i liked 80s music. i still do, it brings back memories of mom in the kitchen with the radio on in beaverton, and i still remember the words to most milli vanilli songs ;) 030629
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am i just being stupid? wtf has collective_unconscious got to with the 80's 030629
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oldephebesbythewaybanter collective unconscious I wish I could say something witty and pithy like you all be soul of brevity but I'm so verbally incontinant and a bad speller at that but tempestuous sea comes to mind...there! I could have just said tempestuous sea and been succinct and one day maybe all these congeries of blather baloons will congeal into some reasonable facsimile of clarity..I hope not though because..zzz 030701
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dear-john listening to the white noise and laughing like a retarded child enchanted by the rain. 031122
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minnesota_chris Everything interpersonal is dying away. Even sexiness has been reduced to foreplay. 031122
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jane oldephebe:
its been a while since i gave you any sort of response to you writing - i thought you should know that it's better off a string of thoughts - its rather appropriate for the blathetitle or whatever you want to call it - keep writing - don't doubt yourself - relentless_inner_critic - i like it all
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oldephebe thank you jane - that's all i got..i'm full of Blah today.. 031122
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jane i highly doubt it 031123
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oldephebe okay you got me jane..but i didn't want to faciley fling something at you. I wanted it to be real, worthy of the kind of things you have shared with me. So..i may not be full of Blah..but I'm not so much full of the REAL. When i get it together, I'll respond to what you have written. Peace..oh and this is not a negation of you but please read what i wrote to misstree in ah ask misstre or fury feeders or something. Something about being oatmeal or something.

Okay i guess the gist of what i want to say is yeah..while outwardly some of the things i write mike make a tinkled wrinkle of sound as it hits the page or ear or air..but beyond that there's not much there..despite what other things kind folks mights say..i am a harsh judge of my tedious treacle. But..it's more than that..i have felt incorporeal, amorphous since the last breath of innocence interned itself in the mottled flesh sarcophagus of my lungs. can't fill those lungs up, haven't taken a clean breath in years..the stench and rot and slow decay of a life or soul so incongruous..so inconstant..so always singing behind the shimmered opaqueness of a waterfall.
Maybe my soul was shaped for God and not this world and perhaps when i choose to live out of my spirit as if it were my very last chance at life..as if my spirit when relieved of its yoke through the heart of christ inhabiting it..maybe then..that's when i'll feel like i'm real. Seriously.

peace jane..i pray those things your heart aches for will soon be placed in your path..but please don't settle for something/someone less than you deserve
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jane if your soul was made for god we were all made for god for we all have the oppurtunity to dive into your personal narratives, vines weaving themselves through blue blather air...i have myself taken that trip, something you wrote on freewrite captured my heart more than things often do, about poetic language. the most beautiful aria i've had the pleasure of hearing, and sometimes i'm writing and i think, oldephebe would have the perfect adjective to this noun, because he is full of perfect adjectives and i should be so lucky for his praise of my writing...so although i am preaching you should not discredit yourself..i've been saying this a lot although i should most likely be saying it to myself...thank you for your unconditional wisdom and encouragement 031124
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oldephebe jane - sheesh! when i read your post last night..i could summon the language to respond. Without getting maudlin or overtly modest, I will just say that I hope someday to live up to the attributes you ascribed to me in your last post. Thankyou so very much. Your writing has its own compelling, and easily identifiable inimitable soul stamp.

I wish you the happiest and holiest of holidays as you and your loved ones gather around the groaning larder table to give thanx. I will be thankful for encountering such extraordinary souls here in blather such as yours.

My past has shaped something deep and craven in my being..and I am slowly learning to allow myself to see things differently, to stop painting my self with that brush. Thankyou again for all your kind and sincere words, I can only accept them truly in the spirit of humility. Anything beyond that would not do your words nor the soul that uttered them honor.

peace...
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Hal Incadenza and hey oldephebe here's a hat full of carab coated chashews. OKay? 040323
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oldephebe Hey Hal? 040323
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Hal Incadenza "(...)" 040323
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oldephebe "Hey Hal? I'll take your reticense as yeah kinda tacit acknowledgement that my importunation landed somewhere in and or near that prodigious engine of cogitation, which has a disconcerting tendancy to express itself as sardonic wit." 040323
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oldephebe "So what I'm trying to say in quotes mind you, is that lately I've been feeling kinda like my soul is tired of the man who carries it. It can't seem to find rest in those distractions and those serendipitous occurences in Nature like squirells frolicking among the fragrant pines and manicured lawns, a sudden gush of wild flowers olfactory boquet, a small child chasing, gleefull chasing a monarch butterfly. Although ah not neccessarily in that order."
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PDA This has nothing to do with collective_unconscious. This must be what solipsistic means 040323
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PDA Could you imagine what it would be like to listen to Oldphebe speak? What if has a really pronounced lisp? 040323
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notme audio_blather 040324
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REAListic optimIST the 80's marketing became such a part of our collective_unconscious through marketing memes that we are reenacting it through the current fad - "resurgence of the 80's"

I would much rather see the usage of media such as blather and even more collective vessels of consensual_reality used to reach out as jane did. it gives me hope for humanity to have the courage to be proactive and compassionate; to reach out and intergrate.

in this way, the memes we construct will be nurturant of the type of spirit we will need in order to transcend our differences and actualize our coming_together.
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They call me Truth My spirit has grown weary of the man as well and as I look out past all these things that I use to feel secure in I wished I had a chance to start again, to tear this page and start at the beginning so that I could set my spirit free. I look around and I see the remnants of me lying scattered on the floor like dried blood and being ripped apart by the cleaning lady. I need A MUZZLE FOR MY THOUGHTS BECAUSE THEY SELDOM MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE BUT ME. I need a chain to shackle me down to earth because my spirit is becoming hard to control. Maybe it will make a man out of me. Maybe it will destroy me and leave my mangled corpse to rot on the side of the road as the wind tosses dirt on my once dead body that now has lost all life.
Protect me, my spirit. You are so strong and yet my fear holds you back. What will they all think of me? What will they all say?
A torrent, a tortured heart on the verge of implosion. I can't find myself.
The river flows forward but my mind wonders on past thingz, stuck in the collective conscience.
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r_r . 100506
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Ouroboros blather_intersecting_with_the_real_world
once again. I'm in the middle of writing a big paper on this.
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fghio fghio 101114
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shpaaaaaaaaaaaa shpaaaaaaaaaaaa 110228
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repo bird Plate_of_shrimp 150820
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