center for the advanced research of the infinite subjects realm, where the experience gained is worth more than the object constructed.silence.loop,.repeatquest:ion.where is the pretence. what is it?

what does the above sentence mean?what is meaning?loop?off.stop./silence. what is it?? what are questions?why question?why know? silence.what. silence'portal'. try and guess the suggestion. quiet now. repeat.

 

 

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throttling through the sub-space,

new forms of entertainment dug holes in the once treasured art of consuming.

finding it.

clinging to it.

distancing from it.

balancing and sublimating it.

forgetting it.

what bird eats the fury of the most wholesome dessert?

what call of the wild crows nightly gathering to watch the carcass?

cryptic so it seems, the flow cannot interrupt in subspace.

in sub-mind, you call it self.

do not attempt to partake in the discipline forgotten. too treacherous a journey?

the judges say so. other smaller specimens cradled the plan like it was organic love.

a splash of life here, a punnet of death there, sometimes the vital point in harmony.

i was wondering, how come i dont know anything?

fred wanted to tell me.

the words entered yet language was not present.

it had been eaten slowly, fully digested.

"i am what i am."

a portion of finely cut tuna on a marble the size of the third eye.

 

 

 

 

scrying for most natural- motivate the motionless.

so casting it away, the banished fly horizontal until departed.

yes, for i wish to fly too. yes, for i wish to scream fluid love all over mountains.

the pocelaine drip will find solace calling after the rain.

sure enough drops proceded like warriours of the cloud form.

how do we choose in the placid habit stage, and use the choice to awaken the fire?

i get angry at the sickness. keep the white fire flowing brightly or the rocks will settle.

the initiate beyond form, wanders in the astral.

the fractal. the primal. the soil of pink pupil.

generate the friend in the air above and below.

find the change in attention for the way suited to yourself.

am i all here behind the first illusion?

can i please have certainty without stubborn crates of bricks and slate.

the water underground is cool like the starlit moon.

brisk walks find ways of soothing, but i want action.

the consequence of thought announces itself loudly in the fresh mind.

 

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