Joined: 6/7/2013
Posts: 2166
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The father, THE SON, the care concierge and Chaos. He flails at the dimensions of his dementia; he is progeny lacking prodigy; she drowns deeper into physical demise; and, he longs for the next serving of chicken and vegetable stew. My expanded cocoon.
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Joined: 3/7/2012
Posts: 1751
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My expanded cocoon...
The mind entering into space.
Coming out of it with no thought of space.
Entering into it
Coming out of it.
Absolute emptiness expanding
in an objective world.
....
hmm
Essence has no space and time.
No fixed address.
Merde... I am just trying to survive!
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