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fifth entry
I reallly think that literature should be random and hectic. As though meaning is a greased orb that the writer is trying to hold. It's about time these buddhist meditations were put to bed.
fourth entry
Some words of comfort.
In the middle of a restless night the words came to me. I had spent a lifetime skirting the issue. I was ready to face it head on. Oceans of peace, like pillow-soft vapor, all my senses assailed. No more slow-beat in my breast. No sound at all but the only silence I ever heard.
My hands and feet fell useless through their target. Maybe it wont be so bad, my voice from the center. The harmonious sensations of nothing doubled.
NO! Not yet. My lungs, all desperation, open. Pulse beat swells in my ear. My fingers claw the air for a conscious handhold. Im back in my bed. Peace at last.
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third entry
I have of late, but wherefore I know not, lost all my mirth. Perhaps New Jersey. On the turnpike probably. Or in one of the sunglasses stores down on the Jersey shore.
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second entry
I have done some research and found out that Satan will rise in Long Valley, New Jersey. According to Strong's Concordance 07853 is the number for the Hebrew word Satan. It is also the zip code of Long Valley, the most demonic town in the world.
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first entry:
OK now that's settled then.
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