If one comes across my journals. This is how to read my ejecta. To lance my mind. I research thoughts, suggestions and questions. falling down idea rabbit holes (see images of the back feet of rabbits going into holes) and follow them to back to the “not known” or takes faith is achieved And I’m okay with that answer Not, with the religions constructed on its foundation. Even if the idea is sound. Then there, In my journals I will place a dolphin which means “ but of what ( porpoise) purpose is this path way? what follows is bits from my digital journaling that is slightly …finished? works/ideas in progress.
Puddle reflection by LGHurcomb copyright 11set23
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This my existence/ experience has been being in between, doorways and cracks between. I am both this and that, King and their concubine. who is worshiped. Or King and their concubine who is worshiped. Warriors, poets and Artist Art and material, flesh and steel and object objection are all one devotion. Eldest takes all second is educated incase and loaned out for king and countries without a castle. Who has more. Both second and fourth I was created a companion. Stretch out a hand and caress. How to describe without vocabulary, or without the hook of understanding to hang words on.
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In that place of not knowing where human thought processing glitches reboots and questions are the answers. I have understood. Where and when i lay napping supported on that velvet belly of supple knowing that I Bubbie am baby. Not fearing death. Not yearning its release. Feeling both ways descendant and ancestor. My existence is to experience and my known flow back to a starting place. Why? For the pleasure! for growth? For orgasmic satisfaction? Session? Companionship? To enjoy being aware or awareness of being aware? I hesitate to say if I even can. Who is worshiped?
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What is first?
A synapse fires, a word forms, a sound is made, Angi.
Or angi fires, a word sounds, the synapse registers
Maybe, sound starts fire igniting Angi, thought
Or, Maybe the circle lays flat?
And there is no first or all is first
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Laura’s theme song
Keep in mind it’s nature to sting
Nothn personal Nothing to extreme
Do not allow festering
That’s only self damaging
Just tend the wound clean
So it will heal
Then keep moving, cause a
Moving target is harder to hit
Chicks dig scars
One more chorus unt-Vee-ur out!
It’s all one love, one heart
Give thanks even when you’re bit
Repeat;
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by LGHurcomb copyright 9set23