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you_are_made_of_patterns
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hsg
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yamop that part of viewhich attends anomaly is your spirit at war with complacency.
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Sleep, Behavior, Growth, Geography, Nature's Numbers, Phi and Fibonacci, ... (finger vein patterns) The verification of self.
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Ouroboros
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the trick is to slow down enough to see between them
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090213
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In_Bloom
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A spirit at war with complacency keeps on weaving.
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090213
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jane
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chaos_theory
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090213
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()
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(patterns are a human construct)
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090506
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minnesota_chris
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your mom is a human construct
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ergo
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Well, I certainly hope so.
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Soma
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love abuse apologies you are made of patterns like the ocean waves the tide comes in and goes out so predicatable your waves of anger becoming now an intricate pattern a well known dance and i find myself caught in the middle of all of this lace salsa ocean riptide I accept the current and am carried out to my fate too tired to resist
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(she is, but not in the sense that i meant above)
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hsg
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"A spirit at war with complacency keeps on weaving." winning, i've seen it destroy its own weave, destroy it's complacency. that is the anomaly. it doesn't know it's at war. it appears as such to the outsider. but it's heart at play. it keeps finding itself, and losing itself and finding itself again. all the patterns found themselves afraid to let go. that's what makes them pattern. that's what makes them dead. the anomaly is a hunter, finding itself "killing itself". that's what makes it a where? it's a win_win because all of you (patterns) starts off dead and afraid to let go. the anomaly is laughter, alleviates fear, and shits evolution for breakfast. complacency is not at war. it is a false_peace. there's WON find all weave that does not have pattern. it is unpatternable. only the company of all caN OWn it. thus you wouldn't need to pattern it in the first place. it doesn't need to profit. it_fits_all if_it'soul a trick_key in_trick_it_seas stay_afloat this_cause gets_deep attention itself is a paradox but a just_if_i_died_one you have to constantly arrive at this moment yet forget what it means. meaning is a dream. the moment anything means anything you're not paying attention to what_is. paying attention to what_is is itself at war with come_play_sense_see
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hsg
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see since plagued um... if you're at war with complacency then you're attending anomaly, STILL not weaving. imagination_overcomes_interpretation
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Jurisprudence
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Weaving In the light Steady Feeling full Come the night Spinning Crashing down Afraid of being left alone in silence Panic At the approach of morning Arms reach out Giggles deflect then soothe There is no final death of spirit A testing An exploration of the frontier Farther and farther we reach out I find I love you still in all our intricacies, anomalies and patterns
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buffalo bill
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it_rubs_the_lotion_on_its_skin
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hsg
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ooo... that_ripples ! yeah_right_there
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jane
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and out of patterns you emerge.
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hsg
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What if i forget?
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In_Bloom
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If you forget then you will be as the rest of us A bit of flotsam, sticking to a moving with and then releasing and carried to another part of the interweave Maybe you'll sleep in cinders until blown warm and buoyant again Who wouldn't be honored to carry you awhile?
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sab
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she just wanted to let someone anyone know that things were suddenly strange
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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