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Apollonian calm, and Dionysian frenzy. If there is a constant hectic buzz beneath the surface, the youthful choices have had their day, and the other side requires thy attention.
Some computer wiz once said something about how one uses their pc, and that abrupt usage may attract difficulties. I may be remembering in a faulty sense, but if not, computers are then scions of the God Apollo.
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Distractive scattering, the big bang of the clock turning from zero to one. Along the sinewy snake corpse of temporality, slithering duration chokes off the excess rest before the august year of 19.
What dids't upsurge then but bucolic sparrow haunted medallions, chirping the droplets of living mirror globules forming on the weeds of hacked off view.
So then, back to center of the dandelion and bask in the black nectar of almondic fume, and to the cosmic tulip beyond the ulcer of the gland of Andromeda, a spiralling so slow, it was said to have stopped aeons ago.
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With atemporal assuagement, leaning to the calmer circular dome with white fluffiness, cotton candy in the sky, doves swooning and getting mixed up slowly, for everything must be slow.
Tis the pleasure of having to try not to burst out, loud and sound are forbidden owing to an unwritten rule somewhere in the nowhere region. All done slowly, slower than slow, like some swan covered in baking soda bathing in the emperial mud baths, squaking and quaffing slowed down so it sounds like a hurricane just infiltrated a tea pot.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpA0l2WB86E]
Some computer wiz once said something about how one uses their pc, and that abrupt usage may attract difficulties. I may be remembering in a faulty sense, but if not, computers are then scions of the God Apollo.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MkgACsZnaU]
Distractive scattering, the big bang of the clock turning from zero to one. Along the sinewy snake corpse of temporality, slithering duration chokes off the excess rest before the august year of 19.
What dids't upsurge then but bucolic sparrow haunted medallions, chirping the droplets of living mirror globules forming on the weeds of hacked off view.
So then, back to center of the dandelion and bask in the black nectar of almondic fume, and to the cosmic tulip beyond the ulcer of the gland of Andromeda, a spiralling so slow, it was said to have stopped aeons ago.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQzEkDWjyVU]
With atemporal assuagement, leaning to the calmer circular dome with white fluffiness, cotton candy in the sky, doves swooning and getting mixed up slowly, for everything must be slow.
Tis the pleasure of having to try not to burst out, loud and sound are forbidden owing to an unwritten rule somewhere in the nowhere region. All done slowly, slower than slow, like some swan covered in baking soda bathing in the emperial mud baths, squaking and quaffing slowed down so it sounds like a hurricane just infiltrated a tea pot.
[youtube=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpA0l2WB86E]
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