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red_is_alive
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raze
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yes! we are writing, and singing, and skipping, and swinging. we're even busier than blue at the moment.
squeeze the sponge that is you and let it all drip out. red_is_dead no more.
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PeeT
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fucking right!
jump into the stream and drink!
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high
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five!
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woooo
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hoooooo!
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sardines
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i'm_dancing_here
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raze
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if i were a cowboy, i'd say yeehaw. but i ain't a cowboy. so i'll say huzzah.
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flowerock
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this may require a real screen, the iphone just cannot handle blathes of this magnitude!
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raze
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holy flurking schnit!
i can't remember the last time the recent page was so full.
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kerry
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it's a_beautiful_sight!
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tender square
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"to deny the existence of red
is to deny the existence of mystery. the soul which does so will one day go mad."
- anne carson, autobiography of red
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tender square
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“to the alchemist, rubedo or reddening was the last stage of the long process of making gold or, psychologically, integrating the personality. it meant nothing less than bringing spiritual realization into full-blooded reality, lived out fully in everyday life.”
- entry for the color red in the book of symbols, p. 640
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tender square
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the sunrise ruby (by rumi)
in the early morning hour,
just before the dawn, lover and beloved wake
and take a drink of water.
she asks, do you love me or yourself more?
really, tell the absolute truth.
he says, there is nothing left of me.
i am like a ruby held up to the sunrise.
is it still a stone, or a world
made of redness? it has no resistance
to sunlight. the ruby and the sunrise are one.
be courageous and discipline yourself.
work. keep digging your well.
don’t think about getting off from work,
submit to a daily practice.
your loyalty to that is a ring on the door.
keep knocking, and the joy inside
will eventually open a window
and look out to see who’s there.
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unhinged
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maple_leaf is turning red; my favorite time of year
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tender square
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in the middle of a long, muddy path swathed in grey and brown leaves: a crimson lanceolate leaf; a single tongue of flame burning boldly.
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raze
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"a single tongue of flame burning boldly." good god, what a turn of phrase.
(and i think you just described yourself.)
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raze
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sweet blazing bunions, red is on *fire* today.
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tender_square
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and i'm loving every merlot-minute of it.
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raze
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oh_blather. you_have_words. so_many_words. so_much_beauty.
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Bizzar
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i am very thankful for blather. few things have been there for me through so many years as faithfully as blather. i hope it never dies.
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raze
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such a lovely thing to see when the brain doesn't want to shut down and sleep the way it should (damn you, victoria_day fireworks).
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e_o_i
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I'm glad I'm not the only one up late! Mais bonne nuit, tout le monde - I need to get up to plant things tomorrow.
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raze
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this is the fourth day in a row we've had at least thirty blathes on today's side of the recent page. the last time that happened was in 2002.
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Biz
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i love this.
let's keep it going.
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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