January 2012
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There are two ways to reach me:
by way of kisses
or by way of the imagination.
But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.
— Anaïs Nin
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INSTRUCTIONS ON WALKING THROUGH WALLS: (EXERCISE...
1. I PUT MY HEAD UNDER WATER & TELL MYSELF I CAN BREATH = IT’S THAT SIMPLE.
I got home, took off all my clothes,
stood naked in the mirror | hit that little pipe
& told the neurotic voice in my head—
“i take orders only from EL DON”
I sign a contract with my PUSSY to this man—
ya’ll niggas don’t know what that mean—
I Sign A Contract With My Menstrual Blood To THIS MAN
In the...
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EACH MENTAL ACT OPENS UP A NEW DIMENSION OF ACTUALITY— YOUR SLIGHTEST THOUGH GIVES BIRTH TO WORLDS = INFINITE YOUS = INFINITE GODS
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EDIT Tuesday, March 13, 2012 9:54PM»
GRATITUDE To ALL ASCENDED MASTERS
GRATITUDE To 14 Guides» To Latoshaya {This is who Taikiyi’i Speaks}
GRATITUDE To ArchAngel Uriel.
GRATITUDE To The 7 ARCHANGELS.
GRATITUDE To Jesus Christ. St. Germain. The Violet Flame. Crystals. Channellers. “Past” Lives. Shamans. Yoga. Ashram. Swami-ji. Guru-ji. Meditation. Spirit...
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She Said. ”I used to have a shaved head”
He said, “I probably wouldn’t have talked to you.”
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“It wasn’t even a SEVERE Traumatic Brain Injury (scoffs)” —My Father 11:59pm. Monday January 16. 2012.
stargazerchronicles asked: Not a question, but a comment... this is mind tingling!
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But as time went on, her flesh began to dry out. First it flaked. Then it cracked. The hairs of her head began to drop to the ground. She became naluaq, palest white. Her plumpness began to whither. She tried to conceal her limp. Each day her eyes, without her willing it so, became more dull, She began to put out her hand in order to find her way, for her sight was darkening. And so it went until...
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my cycle is not calibrated to this moon
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Watch|DELPHINE DIALLO| THE GIFT
DEFINITION|Por qué tantas regiones, por qué un día//se junta con un día? Por qué una negra noche//se acumula en la boca? Por qué muertos?
PABLE NERUDA | Residencia en la Tierra, II
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What does it matter that we have reached the end, if when we get there, we are dissolved to nothing…particles of dust, wrapped in a tattered shawl?
*LaVonne Natasha Caesar— from, The Fear of Death|The Four Directions
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DEFINITION | { "YOU MUST CHANT OVER HER BODY" }}
HOW TO RETURN FROM THE DEAD
1. POLISH YOUR WINGS
2. LET YOUR HAIRS GROW LONG
3. THERE IS URINE IN THE WATER
WORD|SYMBOL|ALCHEMY ™ LaVonne Natasha Caesar
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II. YOU MUST CHANT OVER HER BODY | {Hari Om Tat...
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