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The illusion as reality.

The actor and character are confused as to whose line it is next. Using knowledge obtained in the illusion to comment upon reality is...

The tangerine I am devouring is you. You are dead before you are born.

Dance with ideas of change. The rhythm is unusual. Many commit to ideals of ideals wrapped within ideals. Unknown to themselves,...

I thought I was fat then, but I am definitely fatter now.

Lost. But now found. Found in a catalogue of misconceptions, drunken conspiracies and idiotic fantasies that twist souls and minds beyond...

The man who kicked the cat was an alcoholic.

There is beauty in chaos, but no chaos in beauty... wait, is there? Backdrops of shattered concepts cascade through relevant dreams of...

Who are you? Who am I?

Societal fasting I have started fasting. I have not eaten for 43 hours. I have 29 hours left (probably longer when I finish this). I...

Inside Liberty

Inside liberty Last week, I entered Liberty. Other than a staircase, bolts and framework...it was pretty empty. It was not cold or warm....

Without ambiguity, we will suffer intellectual death.

By Stephen Sheehan The realm of ambiguity is a wonderful place of certain uncertainty. A place to be confronted. A place to exist...