Stardate: Vernal Transition. Log Entry of a temporary explorer, mysterious even unto himself, native of the ephemeral eternal periphery, adwell awhile in this earthwise body, planet orb #3, sunstar #unknown, galaxy #13…
The mysterious alchemy of desire run amok, as a secret invader virus penetrating the culture via the gateway of individuals wanting, without balance. The moon, our unconscious pastness, is winning, and the fiction that reason holds the antidote rather than spiritual activity, is its concealed ally.
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I attended the fanciest of brunches on offer
at the city’s most reputable establishment
A story about going off the grid — before there was a grid.
By the 4th night things were getting rough. He’d lost everything of importance, save for his wallet, half a week ago hitchhiking down from the north into Munich. Probably in the backseat of that Mercedes.