.diminished discords (xiii)

How's the deluge going Noah. Swimmingly.

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in the lusitanian dialect we call a short nap 'passing through the embers'.

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what a great place
it could be if everyone
knew their place

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given the etymology, a reasonable abstracted and expanded definition of humility could mean ‘being grounded’ (in humus, the earth), knowing one’s place in the creation. which means a different thing for every being.

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the west is not in its dark night of the soul, but rather in its pinkish orange grey twilight of the soul. whether what follows turns out to be day or night actually depends on us. so act accordingly. please.

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time is just people bumping against other people

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is christianity a logical necessity, or a moral choice. inb4 both. but actually it's either or, unless words mean nothing. these are two completely opposite religions. if your answer is both, it means that you believe it's logically entailed.

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postmodern is so last century. deconstruction is kitsch. i'm boastmodern. putting it back together, but right this time.

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i have a bunch of names for movements i want to start. which means i actually have started them. how do you think this stuff works. it's biblical.

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i'm a sucker for smoking in general. but for cigarettes in particular. i know they are not the civilized choice. they are frenetic, impulsive, relentless. because of this they are the choice for raw creation.

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reality is very ironic and if you don't find the connections between your troubles and your joys you're missing out on a lot of comedy

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my third person narrator is actually the character's inner voice(s), so it's basically first person removed. like a cousin. the narrator knows more than the character just like we know more than we know.

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since mormons are right about the afterlife, if you play matchmaker and win, you get extra points in heaven. and imagine the boost if it's a power couple. i'm totally serious.

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small or great
downtime as much as up
is needed to create

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victim hood
neighbor
hates neighbor

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Jack London, Jacques Paris, Jacob Berlin

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what if pure spirit is a simultaneous cacophony of everything happening all at once, and God is one who gives us rest in a body that breathes, a literal breathing room, that separates the noise from the silence, so we can perceive the music and the word. the sabbath made for man.

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my wife is my biggest fan
always a cool breeze
my inspiration

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i'm happy with how
the book turned out
. but for how long

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love is rest
and fuel
calling for fire

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our souls
have a skeleton
made of memories
~ khazar proverb

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almost 9pm
still light outside
go to sleep sun

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if it doesn't inspire you
and it doesn't ground you
then it's useless

(useless thing: caring about the news.
useful thing: not caring about the news.
and it both grounds and inspires.)

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professor Kaczynski posed questions that have no answer except outside the earth. he was a great questioner though. no room for disagreement. only really that God exists, and has our back, and that changes a lot, if not fundamentally everything. by all accounts, the earth should have collapsed a thousand times. we are so damn stupid and greedy. someone is holding stuff together beyond us, and beyond our enemies. we should do our part, of course.

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i believe that broadly generational spirits exist. like anything each has good and bad aspects, and success is always mixed with failure. and that all have a specific kind of work they are called to do, some perspective they are meant to embody.

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we're all hanging by a thread. may it be golden.

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we will skip a musical portion today for this instead. every once in a while i listen to this again. and it always floors me. you can feel the electricity. maybe i was there, hiding in the bushes. i was a raccoon in nineteen century america after all.

this doctrine, as Joseph says, tastes good. it’s the big secret.