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Sunday, April 25, 2010

the meaning of life

we are all of us fallen angels
and if you feel this you are the genuine article
i.e you are so so screwed up that this is gonna be the ride of your
welcome to the universe


"We"(?) decided that the most extraordinary experience would be to strip ourselves of .. whatever we are(language was not made to bear the burden of who we truly are , but rather to define and engineer this new form of existence.)

all of "We"(?)exceeded our expectations

none of us ("We"(?)) had ever been in these depths before.
this limitation
this sharp cut of desire . these pangs of need
this astounding hunger
the cruel exuberance of ...of..."being"
where one was not all. and all was not one
where Ecstasy is not a right but a need
And things can "NOT" be

where there are endings
and beginnings
O' the joy of birth. and the pain of labour;
To feel'Wind(?)'


then to our chagrined astonishment realised .
we already were

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