white_dog_day
crOwl boy finds strange dog that later disappears into thin air, but the cofort and spiritual energy that is transferred is life altering and becomes the birth of rynomari.

happy_white_dog_day 		071007
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whoops that should read comfort... 071007
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crOwl it happened thirty-two years ago...i was 15. my dad was in a mental hospital for depression. i was seeking god. and so i enter the woods, to my hut of sticks and stones and soot stained copies of hesse. i plop down by the stream and wait and listen.

suddenly a light appears at the hilltop behind me. i follow it and come to the top where a white dog is waiting for me. she has been sent as an angel of healing. i sit down and she lays beside me. and then in the instance i turn away from her, she is gone. 		071007
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crOwl perhaps she was my first crowl. returning time to time in other forms. 071007
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crOwl white on white.

ghosts of ghosts. 		071007
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ever dumbening "
I recall when I was small
How I spent my days alone
The busy world was not for me
So I went and found my own
I would climb the garden wall
With a candle in my hand
I'd hide inside a hall of rock and sand
On the stone an ancient hand
In a faded yellow-green
Made alive a worldly wonder
Often told but never seen
Now and ever bound to labor
On the sea and in the sky
Every man and beast appeared
A friend as real as I

Before the fall when they wrote it on the wall
When there wasn't even any Hollywood
They heard the call
And they wrote it on the wall
For you and me we understood

Can it be this sad design
Could be the very same
A wooly man without a face
And a beast without a name
Nothin' here but history
Can you see what has been done
Memory rush over me
Now I step into the sun
"

-- Becker and Fagan 		071007
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ha ha ha ha hmmmm... better to whisper it to me. 071007
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cr0wl perhaps she was a brainwire apparition 091009
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cr0wl perhaps she was ver boten. 100418
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PeeT she comforted me. she listened to my silent screams. when i was happy again she disappeared and left me alone. it was the first time i traveled to a parallel world. 121006
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log burning fire the leaves and how they buzz with the_sting_of_beauty. magic paint is spread across the world, flicked in many splashes, drips, and runs. i watched to see what they made.

light or its absence. 		121006
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