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Post by sergosa on Sept 26, 2011 11:58:22 GMT -6
This is the night For the impossible reveries. Inside of artificial madness In agony writhes the pregnant moon. And dusty touch of its yellow light Takes my fear, weakness, anxiety, doubt ... This night I am a crazy god. This night I am a roaring With laughter nonentity. This night I am the "All and Nothing"! Moony night is the best For the impossible reveries.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Sept 27, 2011 19:50:29 GMT -6
Sergo: What is it about the moon? I feel it too, only with the small sliver with the earth's shadow showing. I keep thinking "I'm up there." It reminds me of the song, "Moon Shadow."
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Post by vulture on Sept 27, 2011 21:53:52 GMT -6
Divine, Ris Yerg!
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Post by sergosa on Sept 28, 2011 0:42:03 GMT -6
Thank you, friends! R.Y.
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Post by vulture on Oct 21, 2011 23:49:59 GMT -6
I am still loving this one...
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