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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: That dew-jewelled rocky path...
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Grow your own antennae. Tuesday, October 24, 2006. That dew-jewelled rocky path. OK- so it's been a million years. For reasons of self-challenge, I have restrained myself from response to the faceless void. Words may flow in so many colours and you cannot judge the brush for its every stroke. This weekend, I was reminded of a story of the true experience of absolute immersion with the spirit. A salt dog wanted to know the secret of the deep. We think we know the exact prescription of our packages of salv...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: August 2004
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Grow your own antennae. Tuesday, August 31, 2004. Utterances of l'amour filter from my dreams and here I sit, dizzy-brained, a flutter of blossum petals flurrying around like a fragrant spring snow storm. His voice- embossed with the sound of a far-away land- far away in time, space and possibility for me, yet so intimately infused within my memory. Posted by bluniverse at Tuesday, August 31, 2004. Monday, August 23, 2004. OK- new energy, new week. Now is the chance to make it all happen. Sunday ...Love,...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: Conclusions
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Grow your own antennae. Sunday, April 23, 2006. Well, it's a million thoughts, tears and words away from my last post. I have handwritten posts to fill in, but for now, I'll just spill my head a little. It has been a powerful time in my town. Death and tradgedy has prevailed for months now, sprinkled with all the irreverent mirth of the universe can display. We sat and our old school song, "Jerusalem", played. I tried to sing to it, but the words choked in my neck. Confusingly, this day I was torn betwee...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: May 2004
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Grow your own antennae. Monday, May 31, 2004. End, day- now! Sick of this sick of this minutes ooze I can not think escape escape- where is the official ESC key? Where if that great help index in the sky? Gruelling gruelling gruelling.time oozes like blood dripping down my soul and cracking and itching around my ankles. Consciousness flashing.manic monitor. 317pmu no how many 2 go. Where is that 3.30 amber ambrosia? Posted by bluniverse at Monday, May 31, 2004. Reality collides with idealism. A crystalli...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: Steve, Bill & Snuffy...
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Grow your own antennae. Tuesday, April 04, 2006. Steve, Bill and Snuffy. Ok- I'm blogging while my file is processed.I'm trying to take a PC video file from the net to edit on my Mac. Why-oh, why is it so bloody hard.you'd think a big company would want to make advertising material all-too-accessible.grrr-it's a PC user's world. but then, again, I'm used to trying to function in a format which is incompatible with most beast-machines. Posted by bluniverse at Tuesday, April 04, 2006. To sea to see to sail...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: October 2004
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Grow your own antennae. Tuesday, October 26, 2004. I think I like school again! DEADline deceased. We are doing art again! I can finally feel of value again! I did not sleep last night trying to live up to my expectations and now it's 3.30, my love awaits downstairs and for now I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Posted by bluniverse at Tuesday, October 26, 2004. Monday, October 18, 2004. Lonely Planet, Jim Henson, me, love? Posted by bluniverse at Monday, October 18, 2004. The fac...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: Goodbye, my friend.
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Grow your own antennae. Wednesday, April 12, 2006. Goodbye, my friend. This is all I can think of doing. I just got off the phone from my best friend telling me our close friend has just killed herself this morning. How do you say that? I am as if walking in a haze. The haze is momentarily comforting in its obscuring of clarity, like cotton-wool wrapping the razor-jaws of life/death reality- the kind that smashes your head open if you don't believe it enough. 3I feel guilt. So much guilt. She tri...And I...
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: February 2005
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Grow your own antennae. Monday, February 28, 2005. If pigs could fly. Ever heard the one about the lotus flower? This flower is such a spiritual symbol because while it has its roots in the mud, it is looking up at the sky. This morning I read under a bottle-cap that "pigs can't look up at the sky",. Yet their roots are in the mud). Is this why they want to fly.or why there is such human fascination with them being able to do so? Pigs are genetically the closest organisms to humans. What a pretty fan!
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: Be an angel to a freezing best friend.
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Grow your own antennae. Sunday, November 19, 2006. Be an angel to a freezing best friend. OK- so this is more of a Northern-Hemisphere thing, but PETA (People for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) are looking for sponsors to give mercy to freezing, hungry dogs that will suffer and possibly die without your help. WHAT PETA CAN DO IF YOU HELP THEM. They will give you a before and after certificate showing photographs of the difference you have made to that dog. Why not check it out? Goodbye, my friend.
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*b*l*u*n*i*v*e*r*s*e*: Ranting rave...
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Grow your own antennae. Thursday, May 18, 2006. The relief of the first mouthfull of icy cold beer.a constant companion beside the cathode-ray nipple which suckles me also.however, methinks that breastmilk may be radioactive. Will there one day be a generation of people walking around with fried eyes and mobile-to-temple tumours.rampant, staggering-Night-of-the-Living-Dead video gamers, computer geeks, artists, students and yuppies.or does that concept even exist anymore? View my complete profile.
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