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I have slept, slumbering, yawning, and dreamt beautiful dreams. I have swallowed my own tears...
Read MoreI dance with my Mother beneath the blue flame of Her skin silently begging not to be born again,...
Read MoreThis is a difficult thing to explain, but it kind of reminds me of this observation of subatomic...
Read MoreMaybe there’s a quickening, a hundredth monkey, a millionth Buddha. Maybe its you, maybe its me…....
Read MoreThe Polemics, as I lovingly refer to my writings, are intended to be a collection of short articles, art-i-facts, journey notes, diagrams, ecstatic poetry, slights-of-hand with Compass, Square and Pen, written exclusively under the influence of Mind-Soul-Manifesting Agents, secret and sacred. For those not familiar with the word ‘polemic,’ it means ‘WAR,’ and every man is Jack.
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