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  <pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 17:28:21 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>over 1 year later.</title>
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  <description>went from year 4531, to 536, to now - 661. not sure how, but i can recap at some point when more awake...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 03:39:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>throwing up you fucking asshole</title>
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  <description>people from the past just don&apos;t even understand the concept. that they just wouldnt know me anymore. i don&apos;t know i guess it just annoys me- sometimes- to put myself in those settings again- good memories as well and nostalgia i cant help but _g_od, things changed so much thru the yrs i am not that same entrapped person who they have then labeled. i went thru a lot in that family and who it turned me into or out of, but did anyone ever understand the concept of true Culture-Shock even then? This is why i was &quot;mysterious&quot; This is why i kept to myself This is why So many things...   and although i love to see them again they just have no idea who i am or what really went on or what i have learned about it after all this time, unless they kept up with me thru the yrs.  its too much to explain out in words now at once.   guess i&apos;m just annoyed if people from then &quot;know&quot; me.  i did not know me then myself and/or had the   perspective of what was going on.  cuz the thought of them talking about it now and throwing up all these assumptions still...............   &lt;br /&gt;guess this is for anyone who assumes anything about anyone who they don&apos;t know or assume they know from other- thru others i mean- from those others&apos; perspectives, thru their own pain and biases................ not accepting the mere fact that people evolve as well as their own understandings of themselves, their faith in themselves their potential move towards connectedness in themselves and in the world around them.  its what they fear the most.  &lt;br /&gt;this nausea these past few days has created a theme of purging for me.  now i&apos;m gonna try and eat something and hopefully it will stay down (even on here)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Dec 2006 05:52:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>so the feast left me...</title>
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  <description>SICK, all night all day and i could barely move now.  woke up with gato on the typewriter lucky tap dancing but i could barely move it hurts so much.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 06:01:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Feast</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://photobucket.com/&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o105/mar-cean/modernica_side_table_picnic_swatch.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gzuscriest,whenthehellcanwe start doing this again...?  spoke to the only brother who ever existed ever and here he is up in those stars beginning again and again the night he left behind a few or many years ago.  we set the table, like a picnic, the tablecloth was almost red and white and just layed out the food like old days- remembering the same tastes as before and going along the way...</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 07:44:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>time place space setting</title>
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  <description>i wish that i would have done all these things earlier.  by now to have done all this.  but to have done all of those things, the things i want to do but can&apos;t do now cuz i&apos;m where i am now.  like what we were talking about- about wishing we were in our mid-20&apos;s and at least where we are now.  cuz then at least there&apos;d be some time to do all these things, or at least there wouldn&apos;t be this feeling- like something is missing, in everything.  like i could&apos;ve done all this already and i could&apos;ve been somewhere else now- where i &apos;should&apos; be... ...</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2006 09:11:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>?waxing or waning</title>
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  <description>surface is swept the black dot travels around like circles yet its soft and fuzzy and we don&apos;t yet know what to call it.  in those books they named it gaia but we still are all trying to figure out whether we want it on our laps or not because at times it gets uncomfortable like the air does but we don&apos;t know till we are choked up for some reason and then we blame it on the moon.  the date.  the season.  others.  animals.  ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kitten we fostered)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/00011kdr/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/00011kdr/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 05:39:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>BEWARE OF AGGRESSIVE SQUIRRELS</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;client=safari&amp;rls=en&amp;q=aggressive+squirrels+bay+area&amp;btnG=Search&quot;&gt;http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;client=safari&amp;rls=en&amp;q=aggressive+squirrels+bay+area&amp;btnG=Search&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go squirrels go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/00010w23/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/00010w23/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;227&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 01 Oct 2006 03:52:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>gatolino</title>
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  <description>we keep teasing him about his girlfriend but its true!  i saw them kissing today!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Sep 2006 22:15:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i love Gato</title>
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  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he&apos;s come a Loooong way.......&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 18:58:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>(my)house</title>
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  <description>its just been happening more frequently where i get these flashes and i am in their house and it takes me several moments to snap out of it.  i&apos;m not exactly sure yet what it is that puts me there other than a specific sound but i know there are other things.  in those moments, my body feels like it is there and that the house is layed out in the same way.  i know that of course there is discomfort or fear involved, the way it Became my body back then- but it is more that i am still embodying it rather than realizing it consciously with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000b8ta/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000b8ta/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;228&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these images aren&apos;t of my house, but of gordon matta-clark&apos;s work in early-mid 70&apos;s.  and the house is appropriately in new jersey (where i grew up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000cd01/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000cd01/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;229&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2006 01:53:43 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>glass, or water, or crystal. just anywhere you can see yourself yet not so clearly</title>
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  <description>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33CC66&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all day it was like this core thought in the back of my mind, sometimes surfacing but i was able to just look at it and learn something.  i was thinking about the idea of how accusations or insults or complaints (judgments) in any form come from that source- your self- meaning they become a major fear because you know them well&amp;gt; you&apos;ve done them yourself or at least contemplated the notion.  then it led me to issues of self-esteem.. physical in particular.. and if we practice just looking at things, others, for their cores/true selves, then something very unifying comes up.. and not only that but an illumination.. how our obsessive thoughts- negative- harsh- all come from not ourselves but obviously the outside world.. and our ability to reach a very low point therefore bringing us to view the world and others thru that low, unevolved and primal, sensory place in us.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;well of course this is a plain fact that is &apos;understood&apos;- stands as a given- but i am finding out where it all comes from, _feeling_ where it comes from..  where the pain really is (or is transferred to/from).. we do not want to do this to ourselves.  i know this is simple fact, as dry as people make it..  but these thoughts helped me objectify my abyss, helped me closer to being able to look at it all, and hopefully practice this enough to transform my abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000aar3/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000aar3/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 22:09:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>after so long... things change so much... but i also notice how it is all the same...</title>
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  <description>how could you say that all.. when i can&apos;t tell you anything.. so you don&apos;t know.. that i am at the same place.. and i know...&lt;br /&gt;there&apos;s not really much time. and the yrs go by so quickly. but i am strong in my place. here on this ground. set. with a glue so thick, i sometimes forget what i look like, to you, to everyone who supposedly has the same make-up as i. but i am different. so different i can&apos;t tell you. i&apos;m so different you wouldn&apos;t recognize me.  not even in the same skin, of the same blood...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2005 18:59:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>new mythology</title>
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  <description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000e2tz/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000e2tz/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;190&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;my ancestors got caught up and this was in the strait of messina, whirlpools formed by those greek myths, where the cylops still erupts, no bridges and few sailors- later owning them in italian- they fled following strings of family/ culture they barely remember but carry always and then reached a place across much more than straits btwn rocks, but where Nature was losing its name for more greenery which ideally seemed it could sustain a hard-working peasant family.  just like the ocean took my father away from his mother (she&apos;d stare at the strait crying), later came the daughter born out of the sea.    in dreams i could remember traveling lengths which now require more than limbs and leaves, leaping from tree to tree never having touched the ground.    mars has kept an eye on the whole thing, and although i&apos;m a squirrel- mars still chooses sea over fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000ggq0/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/duskq/pic/0000ggq0/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Odysseus and his men drive a pointed stake into the eye of the Kyklops Polyphemos. The giant is depicted as a large, hairy man with an orb-shaped eye.)</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2005 06:28:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>letter from Rilke</title>
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  <description>&quot;And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. This very wish, if you use it calmly and prudently and like a tool, will help you spread out your solitude over a great distance. Most people have (with the help of conventions) turned their solutions toward what is easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear that we must trust in what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at all costs and against all opposition.&quot;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 21:34:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Saturn (Return) 2degrees Leo</title>
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  <description>mispunctuality. line in water extending across flat water to the end of the water where the sun is. (solomar)&lt;br /&gt;getting there is a task. getting there, i mean going there.  in my mind i am often in those places in the past, and she says we need to figure out how to or i say i need to figure out how to look at things differently.  can&apos;t change it. whats the reality of it? if i change the way i perceive it, done and passed, then what really happened?  or should i just- no i don&apos;t want to just forget.   &lt;br /&gt;next week. by tomorrow? saturn moves up into 3degrees Leo. i learned so much this past week, or things just fell into their places and looked very real to me.  very punctual, for me, everything was right on time.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 06:57:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>water still</title>
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  <description>anything, you can do it. go and try. the past says it (all).. and go see (it).  forget that, go..  tomorrow. i haven&apos;t seen a thing yet. s/he wonders where it goes.  and then.. however happy. however the liquid has spilled, thickness rare, note the color, where it goes, a hundred times, the sound of water, &quot;your work looks like the sound of water&quot; , how can it be, the marks. plastered. a hundred of them. frozen. stay there. going there. towards what we will do where we will go tomorrow. on the bus. or the bus running through our dream. past innocent towns. we held the cup in our hands and shared it. it stood there between us, frozen. we dropped it thoughts ran forward, like your eyes staring outside at land upon land the grass gets drier and rain falls but in between us, we haven&apos;t seen it yet. it only came then, tomorrow, the night keeps us still, and the sound of water... ...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 23:43:13 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>can&apos;t speak. no voice.</title>
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  <description>&quot;For a relationship between two individuals to proceed &lt;br /&gt;harmoniously each must be aware of the other&apos;s point-of-view, &lt;br /&gt;his goals, feelings, and intentions, and each must so adjust his &lt;br /&gt;own behaviour that some alignment of goals is negotiated.  &lt;br /&gt;This requires that each should have reasonably accurate &lt;br /&gt;models of self and other which are regularly up-dated by free &lt;br /&gt;communication between them.&quot; (Bowlby. A Secure Base. pg.131)</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2005 00:16:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>con-munity</title>
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  <description>disengaged. disconnected. non- environment. art ego. bike persona. surface appearance. dis placed. visual miscommunications. missed and longing. nostalgic. surrounded. by unfamiliar. comparisons. com-petitions. com-parted ideas. incom-pleted. derailed. disengaged. disconnected. running off of itself. unlinked, memory, past.  vision. window. picture. time. proximity. destination. goal. time. passed. missed. left. forgot it. there. something was on it. i didnt see it. i had to remember but i didnt. now i&apos;m here. i can&apos;t go back. its left there and i have to establish it again. new. all over.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 23:54:45 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>drawing lines between drawn to scale</title>
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  <description>go on.. i looked up.. nothing.. so deep.. the color.. played it again.. this time drops rained.. and into the window, the curtain, light in hallway.. we aren&apos;t there... lying on the top of that hill over where people go when they want to see things up there... its .. the way .. we .. always .. wanted .. it to be</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 05:16:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>i didn&apos;t tell you that part</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 05:09:20 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hypnogogic state</title>
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  <description>They actually had holes in their stomachs, diseased, they were dying.  Big. round.  Then there was this woman giving birth and all i saw was a very clear flash of her face-</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 18 Mar 2005 01:22:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>&quot;if you see me walking     Don&apos;t avert your eyes&quot;</title>
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  <description>seen from the other side, we don&apos;t make it. it ain&apos;t gonna happen and forget about it.  its not worth it and please, leave me alone.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 16 Mar 2005 23:13:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>in the kingdom of the</title>
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  <description>today then the last time it happened was when the person in the back said something not loud enough then everyone sat up and listened enough to hear there was something really important distantly related to all of their thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;(blind the one-eyed are kings...reading about cyclopes, battles of the titans, gods, giants, how sicily was formed, other islands, mount etna erupting to this day, enraging the gods, serpents/rapes told in other words, wine being formed... mother earth giving birth to the last hugest monster- typhon...)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2005 23:38:53 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>...</title>
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  <description>...not ready yet to be saying anything about it helping me create security in my life. i know. just got no energy to focus on what i need to be able to stabilize things- and speak to that &quot;calling&quot;, etc ... its too raw as far as the emotions go. i guess it needs to sit for a while, then i&apos;ll get used to it and work with that...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Mar 2005 23:32:12 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Do you speak Saturnian?</title>
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  <description>so saturn&apos;s one degree away from my natal saturn. ok, explains this. i have nothing to say. i&apos;m gonna implode.</description>
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