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i know the feeling, and how easy it is to get confused. seek telepathics anonymous. (kidding) i think it's just that these things find ways of getting communicated, no matter what the distance. they rise up, get reinforced, and let go eventually. Releasing is much easier with real interaction. Internet doesn't seem to help, only encourage. Bleh on the internet.
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But, there's no real way that it's "supposed" to be. Everything is confusing. Everything that becomes confusing is confusing. The internet is just one more thing that YOU can now add to everything. "Bleh on everything". Or maybe: "Fuck it". Or maybe: "Make do".
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The water and the sand play at push_hands, Roll back, push, and press. Rotating, the earth brings the swelling moon Brings the swelling tide. It is early tonight And high. The tables never perfect. I sit upon the hearty log I sat upon two days before, weathered and bleached. I find where I wrote A few transient words on the lone White bone reaching up from the log: "Transient words On a log". Two days of sun sand salty mist and The blue words bleed and fade fast. Summer's long glare adds to the vertigo The wave surrounding my perch provides. I lean back, tasting the slight bitter acid of Dizziness, laughing as I view the scene From far above, faultines tugging, snapping.
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Ebb and flow of ancient waters wait......... .......... ......... someday... you will find what you seek...
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what's it to you?
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