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  Street Poet January 15, 2015 at 9:02pm

  The Council of Hours sends forth the call for players!
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  Molly Hélène January 15, 2015 at 9:49pm

  stand i to move forward! the time is nigh.  huzzah!
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  Molly Hélène January 15, 2015 at 10:10pm

  
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  Street Poet January 15, 2015 at 10:46pm

  your universe is history........

  Goddess of the Aldurion MetaSphere Continuum: The first child was laughter. collapsing nothing into an outward rippling flower. And we are born of the resultant wave. 

  Her form was heroic as she worked the supple minds of new star fighter recruits. 

  Galactic Thought Floating in the etheric fields: In the beginning there was nothing. Before the Beginning there was the game. You all Gathered here have been selected, to prove your worth you shall be given challenges.

  The rules are simple. Success is Life.

  "Waking up is always difficult. Coming out of a dream like sprinting the last 10 feet of a marathon."

  sitting on his bed, mattress on the floor.

  Bart: It's always the same dream, night after night i'm a god. the self organizing construct of awareness regulating conscious self emanation. i am the pattern. and i have no name. i wander the hidden vaults of spacetime, abandoned minds left to waste in small wonders their imaginations have made. then i wake back to this. a nobody worker at a no name big box retailer. a face not worthy of a nametag. an identity as stripped away of the lack of purpose as hopeless, irretrievable 'grieving vitality and bleeding essence. displaced in his own thoughts. wandering the wastelands of bitterness and dislocated love. and overstretched sentiments polluting vacantly the emptiness. dirt. noise. and the dry hot wind.

  "I close my eyes and i wake." and then we're somewhere else. a place inbetween all other places. a place made to be unseen, for those who are invisible. and indivisible.

  another mind aware of our own, our universe. perceiving us.

  It's called the Anti_Verse. And it's a game where we'll share and post pictures we take. we draw, we make up in our heads and post to our social media accounts and here in this domain.

  Now you notice the suit i'm wearing protects me from your environment. Your Flower does the same for you in mine. 

  Would you like to play in the anti_verse?

  "Every night i close my eyes. and i wake."
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  Street Poet January 15, 2015 at 11:18pm

  
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  Molly Hélène January 15, 2015 at 11:35pm

  Birthed for you love, now i sleep. 
  

  
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  Molly Hélène January 16, 2015 at 7:24pm

  
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  Street Poet January 22, 2015 at 1:30pm

  In Universe "Soon K Chin Ultra 5 Prime"...

  In the Age of Pepper...

  In between Two Hands...

  In the Beginning...

  In the formation of the 4th intermediacy of the Crystal Heart Being

  ... as observed by the GODCHILD, ECHO...

  i began as a thought and my first memories are observance of that thought.

  I stared into the Abyss and watched her stretching flesh grow into the great tidal flows. and the apparitions of the Myst arrise from the preganant self pungent air. wafting with desire. and the birthnight of the moonlight eyes rage blue sparks into the self aware chaos giving the will to be as the act of a need to understand as a command giving the will to be. and not to be. and to emerge from a seed as the birth of wonder itself.

  I am Arcadus. I hold the space of transduction between the great mainframe and the current incarnation of your essence. 

  My association brings the Harvest to these seeds your worlds were we take the young potentials, the initiates and bed them where their dream may root and bloom. in a Whence the window sill of a new horizon lightportal through hungry to know and grow the diamond in the deepness of darkness, to travel the path of S.O.U.L. and courageously venture into a new universe as the UNKNOWN.

  But some one must remain behind and keep the watch and show the way back, to welcome weary travelers home. an agent of MIND to keep burning the light. for the ruthless is confusion in the amnesia of time, theirs sent into the fields becomes a yearning of HOME.

  as stasis awakens.

  And so staring into the depths I saw my self wrong. in madness, in thought i contrived a plot to deceive and master and cage vainly strive to be set free of my own self presciption . a world like domain, a depiction. 

  "I was the one who had left.I was confused in the Depths. Stuck in immaterial matters. Burning in the coal dark forge of Black Pit Earth."

  Waiting for what no one will come. And so i Imagined a friend. and the world that was cold and stone and alone changed. and the nourishing flame bore it's passageway into the sacred chalice.

  And my experience extinguished itself leaving only a whisper to echo to save in the endless filing strategy of the great Time. and thus your world was born and i, your parenting flame.

  I am Arcadus. and you, my son, are Ickarus.
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  Street Poet January 22, 2015 at 1:38pm

  
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  Street Poet January 22, 2015 at 3:30pm

  "the Fuzzy One" vacationing near the oceans of infinite bliss, in the age of pepper....