Life
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Hunger
The hunger of gastronomical measure on the flesh is merely a choice on cultural oppression. Yes, it has some repercussions. It stands pale, though, next to the insatiable hunger that will perpetuate in everything we are, far beyond fresh or decaying flesh. Stay hungry! (Talking Heads)
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Life in/dominance
Life is a one-armed ambidextrous.
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Existential Organs
A healthy child is born with a heart, blood, a set of lungs, a pancreas, and a love gland. All are replaceable, except the love gland.
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godself
Creativity is of the infinite spirit — the godself. Professed by any one self or claimed by others, being creative is an existential tendency of inner obligation to express the envisioned, to be persuaded to contribute to betterment, growth, elevation, purification, or acceleration and retracted observation. To create is to admit the impossibility of an…
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The Supreme
I have never known like thisNever like this I wish to know againLet me die hereHere let me liveLord, Lucifer, make peaceYou have lost a soulOne which is now bound, and unbound
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License to a Kill
This is a concept perpetuated by those humans who do not recognize that the -ing form in human being is an imposed conjugation which even Shakespeare avoided in his existential question. Religions claim it, cultures implement it. Some individuals may carry but out of cancerous arrogance, forgetting that cancer tends to eat its own. It…
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to survive
While on the train, I spotted someone reading the book “Surviving Death”, by Leslie Kean. It made me think of surviving life.
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time not
Life is not short Ever And, in all fairness, life is not long Ever
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On the Bed of Liveliness
I lie on the bed of liveliness, sit on it, stand, spring on it, cry, scream and laugh, all for the sake of reaching the incompleteness of life and its concrete fragility.
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Curiosity killed a Cat
…while it allowed another to live longer.
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Words at the Opera — fear
Siegfried: Is it some skill I need? Tell me! What is this “fearing”? Mime: If you’ve never felt that, you don’t know what fear is. Siegfried: How strange a feeling that must be! “Siegfried”Richard Wagner — music and libretto
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What is love…
without soil, without branches, without its fruit being eaten?





