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  1. The hobgoblin of a small mind

    Situated in a dark little crawl space in my head, lurks a volatile creature, a hobgoblin, a spewer of nasty thoughts and criticisms, whose utterances have the power to corrupt my mind with tiny seeds of pessimism; it transforms all my best efforts into gaping pits of insecurity. It taunts me with my failures and shortcomings and lifts up the mirror which reflects all the worst aspects of my character. Its hard to tame the thing. Its both clever and relentless. Poking and prodding at my psyche. It ...
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  2. The hobgoblin of a small mind

    Situated in a dark little crawl space in my head, lurks a volatile creature, a hobgoblin, a spewer of nasty thoughts and criticisms, whose utterances have the power to corrupt my mind with tiny seeds of pessimism; it transforms all my best efforts into gaping pits of insecurity. It taunts me with my failures and shortcomings and lifts up the mirror which reflects all the worst aspects of my character. Its hard to tame the thing. Its both clever and relentless. Poking and prodding at my psyche. It ...
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  3. I ruminate, I hallucinate, I hope to levitate, someday.

    My heads been hazy the last year or so. Itís like my mind has a mind of its own; it always goes where it wants to go; a mixture of stray dog and alzheimer patient; I donít know if Iím using semicolons right; I donít care. I need a good mantra to get me out of the gutter. Too much pressure. Too much clutter. Too many thoughts. Not enough drawers. Where did my spirit go? I used to be so damn spiritual. Back when life permeated meaning, back when everything happened for a reason; chance encounters, ...
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  4. Bubble Theory

    If you linger around a place long enough, with the same people, in the same social situations; you are receiving the same stimuli and are unwittingly creating a bubble, which you, whether you realize or not, become influenced by. We tune to the frequency of our environment.
    Its similar to that phenomena which occurs with women who spend a lot of time together, their menstrual cycles begin to sync with one another. Why does this happen? Maybe it was beneficial in our hunter/gatherer times ...
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  5. The Many Faces Of Emotion, Or The Rolling Boulders Of Sisyphus! Progress is illusory.



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    appiness, anger, joy and woe; these emotions eventually form the creases which, like stressed leather, will mark our faces. The Laughter lines and frowny wrinkles are the story lines that reveal themselves with age... Our faces literally become wrinkles in time. I’m just glad there's no such thing as Constant Confusion Crinkles, cause I’d have oodles too plenty… maybe they exist, or maybe my face will ...
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  6. jerm, the river king

    I was small, I forget the age. It was when we used to always road trip out of the city. This time you took us camping near the mountains. I remember being excited because the river by our campsite was safe to swim in. You took us down there right away. You told me to be careful, the current was moving fast. Its intensity built as I inched my way towards the middle. I could feel the cold water crash against my little legs as they struggled to keep upright. I remember looking at you just before it ...
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  7. If I only had a beard...

    If thoughts wore shoes, mine would always wear them on the wrong foot. It's hard find my bearings in the fog, its scrambled, a jumble of letters, and if i could describe it as a texture, it would feel something like the space above my upper lip when I was 13 -- fuzzy. And still, my facial hair is under developed, just like my writing. I wonder if there is any connection between a persons clarity of mind and writing prowess, and to the voluptuousness their beard? (can a beard be voluptuous?) Ginsberg, ...
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  8. artificial unintelligence

    How much of whats in my mind really mine? Most of it is borrowed -- I want to sound deep, but I just flounder in the shallows or starfish on the surface. Do I really understand what Iím saying? Iím a simpleton. My stomach curdles with the partially digested thoughts of wiser human beans than I, half absorbed, waiting for an opportunity to regurgitate them out to whoever is nearest, in hopes for aÖ ďhmmm, interestingÖ Youíre smart!Ē but if they ever asked ďCould you explain that thing you just said?Ē ...
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  9. msg: 001011011h3ll000101010111 101--error

    Blast these infernal robots! They have become wise to the trickery of our robotic dance, our only defense now are our riddles! Are you receiving this message people of 2015?! arm yourself with riddles! a good riddle will take out basic pawns and unsophisticated automatons, however they will only momentarily stun the super intelligent alph-androids, elephotonic wildebeests and other self-evolving technologies of that type. Be wary the heels of these stampeding machines! dispose all electronics,

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  10. place.space.race.gorgon

    I donít know if iím running towards something, or running away. Iíve strayed far enough that it doesnít matter. How is it that I can feel like I am in the right place while simultaneously feeling misplaced? I canít quite place it. All I want is a simple space. A place in nature maybe. A place to pace at my own pace. Some room to space out. Clean my karma and grow my inner outer-space. I want to move forward. just keep swimming. But I feel like a pawn thats moved too many spaces, brushed up against ...
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  11. Simply Live Good

    All I want is a simple place; living out of a backpack seems simple enough. Whatever I don't need, I ditch. The less stuff I have, the less obligations that tie me down. No car, no mortgage, no excess stuff, no bills means more travel and less worries. A new tenet to my philosophy on living good is to Do More, By Living Simply. I'll put that somewhere in-between "Be nice, trusting, and loving to everyone until they give you a reason not to", "Follow your bliss(es)", "Do ...
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