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hold still, human are you talking to me? home on the grid There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light (308/366) a hole in the ear Along the reaches of the street held in a lunar synthesis, whispering lunar incantations dissolve the floors of memory looking up the bar is open 20051008 Oscar's And you've been so busy lately / that you haven't found the time / To open up your mind / And watch the world spinning gently out of time No doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written get outta here yawn To find yourself, open yourself wide as the sky (300/366) smalltalk There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth, and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand When we return to the root, we gain the meaning. When we pursue the external objects, we lose the purpose. The moment we are enlightened within, We go beyond the voidness of a world confronting us (292/366) nut processor closeup I've got the memory of your warm skin in my hands / And I've got a vision of blue sky and warm land (267/366) an echo of things to come animal magnetism little man at work considering Christmas in July I want to tell you the ocean knows this, that life in its jewel boxes is endless as the sand, impossible to count, pure button circle polar tea tumbling he saw you
 
   
 
   
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