Posted by slinky on June 14, 2003, at 10:56:22
In reply to on the propper time to slip the cable..., posted by a very little sphinx on June 13, 2003, at 15:56:34
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> all night, the night has been darkening, the voices are insurmountable... how do i explain it...My dear, tell them to go away...the darkness carries many tricks with the mind...illusions are gifts for creative play.
> first there are the tears, hot burning salt, when you can barely breathe, you lie, and there is a wailing inside of you that is likened to a furious tornade...
the only tornado is the gentle waves of your own breath...ride them and breath deeply and slowly.
> how soon... how soon... that which lies near at hand... how soon...How soon is now...Now is the time to live and except the mortal closure that lurks.. but wait and disolve into the adventure that is cruel but has many hidden gems.
> night, mother.
If I am your mother then I've obviously over medicated somewhere in the past , for I cannot remember giving birth.Sweet dreams.....take good care of yourself.
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