a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy

meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

: Name: RM Dustin; Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

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8/16/04

This much I know is reasonably okay...

As life’s end is apparently closer than it’s beginning there are a few things I know for sure…

I don’t need to engulf perfection when just a taste will do.
Walls can be as easily circumvented as slammed into.
Demeaning subordinate work is fruitless.
Creative expression is as close to God as I will get.
My word and my life are one.
I need to allow myself to dance more often.
I may never learn how to make real money, and I no longer think I need to.
George Bush is a pimple wit.