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...
About Me
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.
6/11/08
The swing had begun, momentums untraceable to specific origin, but there were presumptions and accusations and many died from the backlash... believers taken to the street, wayward sheep following their masters' bellowing from media pulpits, mouths foaming, a rabid-ness with no antidote. Civil war is like that. Human nature demands it as we circle our tribes. And punishments reign for the circle must be lapped and lapped until there is no time left and no one left to keep the time. And in the end... same as it ever was...



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