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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...

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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.

3/23/08

augmented argumentative...

each morning i walk into the light
----"must be difficult seeing since your eyes where shut all night"
because there's no where else to go
----"not even to alleviate certain pressures on the bladder"
being it is bright
and it could be be white or even yellow
----"there are dimmer switches available"
i'm never really sure
as it is quite overcoming
and all encompassing
and radiant
almost vibrating
a resonance beyond the neon hum
----"maybe you should move from that apartment above the drug store"
of where i am expected to walk

it could be a very strange place for most
as there is never anyone else there
and there is such a silence
for if i were to drop a pin
an unrestricted impact
would surely rupture an ear drum
----"if you didn't drink so much your hangovers wouldn't be so severe"
so this is my place
my space given to me
or allowed access to
scheduled for a relatively short time
as others wait their turn
----"if you are feeling that bad i don't know why you would want to stand in line for anything unless you really had to"

when this time comes
a moment i can't control
i leave this light
----"you probably should have taken some aspirin before going to sleep"
not as i entered
not with the ease of a breach through a doorway
but instead
a disintegration of nothingness
----"things disintegrate to nothing not nothing disintegrating into something"
as the construction of purpose
and reason
and responsibility
rebuild the current acceptable reality
----"really"
and color is applied
and movement
and the return of the neon hum
----"maybe it’s time you start thinking of getting dressed"
and the relevancy of time again occurs

i can only wonder if i dreamt of this place
because by midday i was never there
----"did you pay the electric bill"
in that light
exposed
as clean as i will ever be
or ever was
purified but not filtered
and i now only remember the return
when i am there
----"were you talking to me"
and never when i'm not
wondering when or if i'll ever get to stay
wondering will i ever really want to
----"i think that is our bus"

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