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.
6/12/08
The embattlements fortified, lines drawn deep into the dirt as the two tribes hurled their masses into the fray. "Death before defeat" was the mantra of the day and night as they each claimed the moral high ground, an ascension worship beyond reason, beyond rational. They each claimed the ultimate truth and vowed to purge the evil before them. And yet in the background the watchers were safe, immune from the devastation as they siphoned and skimmed the fat rising to the top of the spilt pooled blood. They built their towers tall and halls immovable with forced allegiance. And people were spent and maimed all to the watchers' elevation and delight... as it should be... elevation at others' expense... as it should be.



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