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Plop
The French lisp drops
Down the horizon
And the icy crisp
Loosens its loins
And falls gently to the ground
Waiting for the morning
Eighteen french polyps
Give their smile to the day
But they all make a wish
And send their wishes
To the future

Disturbing.

I really don't have a clue, or even an opinion, when it comes to the middle east, the disturbances between Muslims and Jews, or any dispute between any religions. Does the fact that this report is from Al Jazeera mean it's biased? I don't know. But it's all a major bummer. Why human beings have such a hard time treating each other as if we were all human beings, I don't know. If someone is a Jew, we are all Jews, if someone is a Muslim, we are all Muslims, we are all Christians, we are all Buddhists, we are all Hindus, we are all nothing. We are all Everything. What is God? Can I buy a vowel please?

Three Cheers for the Kid who gets it

Same old lines
I've been scribbling
All this time
Hocus
Interconnected
Pocus
Under water
Sleeping
Running through dreams
Empty spaceships
Waiting for the sleeping pills to kick in
One foot off the wagon
Practicing early Metamucil
Hiding from despair

I got nothin (I mean I'm posting the twelve steps of Kabbalah, clearly things are becoming desperate). Groovy videos for a change.

The 12 steps of Kabbalah--- short and sweet

Flossing monkeys 'proof' animals teach tool use

every day more evidence that we are not the only smart monkey.

Study: Belligerent chimp proves animals make plans

hungry jack

The dilapidated sand castles melt cautiously into themselves becoming sand again. The whole wide emptiness of things orbit each other, dreaming. Out here in the deep infinity of faces, of moons, of halos, stars, and planets, here we are, looking out at each other through our starry planet orbs of eyes. Planets of atoms and nuclei pop and jive and dance in our giant molecules of body. Life, that sweet dream, and only interrupted by consciousness, when we are ripped away from pure being. Suddenly there is yesterday and tomorrow and me and you and them and us. Madness begins to envelope the perfect moment, the now, the interconnectivity field, where it all just is. That’s a bummer. It just blows the whole trip that’s just always already there waiting for us to commune. It’s like it’s saying comm-on-in. In an Om Mani Padme Hum sort of way, if you know what I mean. Or like liposurgury as my whole body tingles cause it’s falling asleep.