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Tuesday, August 13th, 2002
10:30 pm
A tool for survival/being within a system is to see all action as part of a greater system.
In general what is important is perceived as partly outside of now- at some other point in time.

This is sensible at this level as actions tend to be delayed from their inception to their manifestation through physical laws- and within these, confinement of awareness within a body.

With greater intensity of awareness, it seems it would follow for creating becoming more and more easy -the process more irrelevant and automatic, more relevant to the current, now, the infinite moment.

This is flawed, however, as I have tried to explain it as of yet.

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12:19 am - ~
Language distorts

semiotics, meanings, symbology
simultaneously the expression and limitation.
There is only the vibrant void.
all is contraidiction.

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Sunday, August 11th, 2002
5:40 pm
Nothing is not
and/or/moreso the infinite now is
a mirror

a mirror mirroring a mirror mirroring a mirror mirroring a mirror mirroring

What is.

Really all
in that
which is

As choosing to be believing.

Is how-ever aware of awareness is.

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5:17 pm
building up escape velocity
to escape velocity

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4:53 pm
A traveller no longer having use for smaller games, you will find new ones within new levels of brilliance.

Higher-quality reality.

Ultimately a nothing-everything white noise ocean wherein all is potentiality & actuality simultaneously.

Always the manifestation of the vibrant void.
In this infinite current now, the manifestation of the vibrant void.

So much possible brilliance placed within the context of your self.

What you want IS your reality.

You are as you choose to believe.

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Thursday, August 8th, 2002
8:44 pm
Seeking comfort in memory.

Lost your identity
And converge where this meets nothing.

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8:29 pm
Another cigarette, another drink.
Hoarse and wasted, headache.
You're not here.
And it really doesn't matter.

I just want to sleep.

current mood: decay

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Tuesday, August 6th, 2002
4:51 pm
I smoked an incense-flavoured cigarette and wrote him a note.

Writing on red wine, and papers with elephants printed in the corners.

I am going to fold him in a piece of paper and put this away.

current mood: tired

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