Visions pass before me in alchemies of imagination: such strange brews and forms, archetypes without names, brimming with meanings that I do not yet comprehend. I have been lost in the land of ideals for so long, out in the boondocks of their country, where the weird semblances shuffle by, where the flying things are impossibly aloft. How can ideas be so brute in nature? How can information be so piercing? I cannot imagine anyone else has ever been here, but I am probably wrong in this assessment. It is only a corner of the dreaming, and I think people have been to places deeper and more bizarre: what were they like when they emerged? For I am sometimes myself twisted, bent in peculiar ways by what I have seen, and smelled. Touched by the weird.
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9:49pm saturday, 29th march
I said fuck God and the Devil, both of them have issues.I'm Jesus, just fuckin with you Stand.Its time humans were respected as much as Gods.Game over.
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9:56pm saturday, 29th march
not again.
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9:59pm saturday, 29th march
I'll be honest with you Stand.I have been to heaven, I have talked to God, I have seen the devil.My name is eric, its in the middle of AMERICA.In God we trust.Keep it to yourself.
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