The symbol manipulation record...

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Just started this up.

Toshio Saeki

poached egg

Chief Tecumseh:

So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Trouble no one about their religion;
respect others in their view, and demand that they respect yours.
Love your life, perfect your life, beautify all things in your life.
Seek to make your life long and its purpose in the service of your people.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.
Always give a word or a sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend,
even a stranger, when in a lonely place.
Show respect to all people and grovel to none.
When you arise in the morning give thanks for the food and for the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies only in yourself.
Abuse no one and no thing, for abuse turns the wise ones to fools
and robs the spirit of its vision.
When it comes your time to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled
with the fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep
and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way.
Sing your death song and die like a hero going home.

I came upon a child of God 
He was walking along the road 
And I asked him, "Where are you going?"
And this he told me... 

I'm going on down to Yasgur's Farm, 
I'm gonna join in a rock and roll band. 
I'm gonna camp out on the land.
I'm gonna get my soul free. 

We are stardust.
We are golden.
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

Then can I walk beside you? 
I have come here to lose the smog, 
And I feel to be a cog in something turning.

Well maybe it is just the time of year, 
Or maybe it's the time of man. 
I don't know who I am, 
But you know life is for learning.

We are stardust. 
We are golden. 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden. 

By the time we got to Woodstock, 
We were half a million strong 
And Everywhere there was song and celebration. 

And I dreamed I saw the bombers 
Riding shotgun in the sky, 
And they were turning into butterflies 
Above our nation. 

We are stardust.
Billion year old carbon.
We are golden..
Caught in the devil's bargain 
And we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

(To some semblance of a garden.)-Joni Mitchell

23 Skidoo

Cognitive dissonance is the measure of interaction these days.
Periodically representing a moment to grow.  Whether that means leaving or staying to trade.

Not enough time to do this anymore. The courtesy of disposition is wearing me thin.  I haven't got enough fat to chew.

Opaque and not revealing.

Transferring energy from one to another can be like sleight of hand, but the illusion can be so cunning that the performance is completely lost.  Just don't be stupid and explain yourself for the sake of understanding.

Understanding is mutual. Otherwise it is incongruous with the nature of explanation.

Leaving you feeling short changed and in debt to that shit taste in your mouth.
Or that wet withdrawal of lubricated finger tips after a prostate examination.

How about you fuck yourself.

hasn't been that bad on this end.

Though the end has not been reached. Breached?

wave to the audience.

it is indifferent and vicious towards the dross

though luminosity sacrifices anonymity

Limelight. 

Lime Light  Body. 

Light body dead.

The trade is simple. The cost is infinite. For the departure never arrives. Only the reception of something so familiar before being swallowed in the Three Negative Veils of Existence. 

the call of a Ronin, speaks of his cause: Troma Nagmo