Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day forty ... hand's entry ...

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the god's up on the hill top ... playing marbles ... every day ... as a child ... marveling ... at all the things that one could say ... we only truly know ... what we can put into words ... what have you been telling yourself ? what have you been talking about with others ? can one really lie to themselves ? shards of truth in the lie ... shards of lies in the truth ... the pudgy sticky fingers of the toddler grip the wheel of the semi ... hurling down the highway ... at an incomprehensible speed ... freeze pop drips down the radiator ... crayon has graced its presence one all surfaces ... the window wont roll down ... the gills in your neck have evolved out of lack of necessity of use ... the fish yawned ... stretched and laid out a fresh hand of solitaire ... being seemingly the last of its kind wasn't a life that provided many opportunities to interact with any thing that wasnt just a reflection of imagination ... mirror ... mirror ... on the wall ... whats within your will ? what will you choose to reflect ? enantiomorphic-what ... ? ... to love your self ... to sew the seeds of new thought ... to fly the plane through the clouds of gentle guidance ... to dance with symbiotic symmetry ... synchronistically serendipitously repetitious ... the daily reminder ... the road we follow is paved in gold ... feel the electricity of that torus ... magnetically engulfing those personal event horizons we clutch in your conscious ...

you are your own mayker

the reflection of past constructions ...

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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day thirty five ... hand's entry ...

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these are the MOST exciting times in our lives ... in HUMAN HiSTORY ! ... in the NOW ! in the EVER ! ... cuz the now is all we have ... humans have made it through some truly barbaric and brutally violent dances ... ænd we're STiLL on the dance floor ... twerkin it ... shaking it ... breakin it down ... consider the wind mill ... all that perpetual motion ... some seem to never stop or touch the ground ... as the giants on the other side of the hill ... just off the high way ... wave high ... statuesque and with purpose ... gentle ... silent ... and accepting ... the enormous energy behind a heavy heart ... beating in synchronization ... with the laps of that ... full circle ... the pressurized construction ... of climates in a bio-sphere ... æ marble ... steadily ... falling ... around and æround ... æ fiery helio-hearth ... ænd at the same time ... we ... can't ... even ... feel ... it move ... . ...the grace ... the subtleties ... the twist ... the rock ... the roll ... the beautiful beautiful music our ears produce for it self without you ever trying or thinking about it ... perception ... slow down ... lets ... take ... and ... give ... some ... time ... to slow down ... and enjoy the labyrinth ... of sensational perception ... 46 ... days ... seems like a long time when you think about it ... except when u look up and its basically already ... tommororroorororoo ... and or ... ten days aways hoorrary ! ... another arbitrary birthday ... another day away ... we miss you ... what have you been mayking ? we'd love to see ... part the seas ... post away ... #HAPPYBiRTHDAY ... cup a handle fool of wooder ... sail away ...

a family with quests and questions .





the maskures family





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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day thirty ... hand's entry ...

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folds of fabric ... liquid retiform matrixes ... spilt milk ... tears running rivers ... stitched together ... in their parallel ... as fibers red ænd rosen ... sun glides golden ... vision blinking ... drifting ... waiting ... four ... the ... puppet strings to be snipped ... but whos making who ... the clay or the hands... whos making all the decisions ... the skul or the peal ... to learn about our selves is to learn about each other ... to learn about each other ... you ... have ... to be ... REAL ... . ... B.B.E. ... what are we building together ... dont forget ... its your ... birthday ... and as the lazy landlords built you a fishbowl for a room ... having fun when the fun guy fungus breakin the mold situation complacent behavior ... it may never come back ... but what is inside lives ... our heart from start was gifted with this blank slate ... tabula rasa ... that learns and loves and lives and reflects as we bumble through this thin air ... poof ... the ladel tilt back ... ænd ... we opened and shined ... the limited feild workings of the plows raking the land ... we generate for you ... as we breath in our surroundings ... our surroundings become us ... churning windmills ... echoing billows ... manifest ... destined ... elec ... tricity ... for the the roots themselves youve established ... black roses in your eyes ... imagination lasts for ever ... what will you be yankin outta that black hole ?

pealmas shedkure

skulmas fluxkures

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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day twenty five ... hand's entry ...

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¡ THE REMOTE !

i THE REMOTE !

¡ THE REMOTE !

glu close call

¡ build it taller !

the "i" that is you ænd i

! youiuoy !

 ... syrup ... u sir ... usurped ... 

u left undisturbed

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silently we all fell

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have you heard

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to leave as left as right inter weaves ... 

... that question of die-cot-oh-me-oh-my's or yours or wait do we share should we share ... 

or any of those dyed and dæd-mentions that we or you or i or this visit or the next one just a numb lil number at this point ... watching them dance and you B.B.E. come those tap dancing spiders tangoing across the keybord with more who-spat-the-huspa meloncollagenwakeupd.i.y.commodity-modify-i-to experience "i" and shine ... 

now ... now ... now ... bow down ... now ... now ... now

... to the gift ...

to the present

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to the helio centric rotational dearleaves in the oven we love it none-bove just a bunch of micro . organisms pushin and shoving ... lovin and hatin ... covenant and waitin ... wading and floating ... 

... every good year starts with a countdown ...

... correct ... 

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... well ...

...  the wishes in a well ... well ... well ... well, what are we up to here ... 

... let's reflect ... shall we ...

... after all ... all ... of us are mirrors ... are we not ... ? ... 

reflections ... reactions ... actions ... re.fractions ... fractal tactiled cut copy pasted shiver shake ... yeah its getting cold ... but its still only january ... 

... it feels good to know that everything is in love with you ... 

... feeling ...

... within it self ...

... is ...

 a bountiful and benevolent ... well ... that flows into a ubiquitous free flowing fabric ...

grateful for the shimmer ... grateful for the blink

grateful for the float ... grateful for the sink

... grateful for the soap ... grateful to sync-up and down right dirty synchronicities ... 

 what we are building is something unforgettable ... thank you for contributing to this world-wide-wacky systematic expression ... 

... what question could shed shadow in this luminous situation ... 

awareness of the cogs turning ... and the coordinates of your own ... what laws really govern you ... and that all too familiar glow ... lets grow shall we ? 

... the black rose grows in February ... 

imagination is infinite .. lets let go

#HAPPYDAiLYBiRTHDAY !

we have no choice but to build ...

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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day twenty ... hand's entry ...

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both hands at the helm ... hand in hand with harmony ... hopefully the hand is over the fist ... but we have the awareness to not consume hand over fist ... as the devil often makes work for idle hands ... so we must build ! ... but what about the hands we hold idol ... have they handed off the responsibility ... or have they handed it out ... to hand something on would be a different story all together ... but hopefully they haven't been demanding to hand it over ... whether the situation is hands down, hands off or you've thrown your hands in the air ... it is important to remember that the blood on one's hands is a hands on situation and that responsibility may leave you with your hands full ... you'll always have a hand to lend one ... and if not it may be your time to accept a hand ... on a different note ... hand shakes and hugs should never be compared ... a strong connection through one's hands can form effortlessly ... so lets wash our hands of the BS, take a show of hands as to who wants to take the law into our own hands then take the your closest peer by the hand and celebrate ... after all ... it is your birthday ... what would u like to build ? #HAPPYDAiLYBiRTHDAY ! #DARKdaysBRiGHTtunnel

we have no choice but to build ...

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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day fifteen ... hand's entry ...

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the following procedure plants seeds as time pulls on the reigns ... the rain falls down with or with out the storm clouds ... the cloudy nature of the situation clears up when we believe we can see through it ... it is never short of a new tunnel to travel through ... though the tunnels emerge when the dark days part to let the light in ... with out the contrast of dualism we wouldnt know hard work from relaxing ... but what if relaxing is hard work ... does the sun beam light when there are no eyes around to perceive it ? the radiation of the waves still transverse the temporal universe but with out the pin holes of perception light cant beam in the same way you describe it as ... if u dont kno what u dislike ... how will u know what you like ? the on implies the off as the off implies the on ... there are no words that can describe non-existence ... the feelings maintain an acute awareness of the aforementioned but describing those feelings are near impossible ... the real reel, reeling back on its surgically fresh mechanical hind legs "feels" only when the oil runs low ... we only can perceive bliss through the contrast of hardship but since they have both already been perceived ... perhaps through on the banks off the shore of your memory we could dig up the re.creation of bliss through the feeling of being grateful for the hardship we are experiencing because with out it the bliss wouldnt be as sweet ... thank you for being you ... ThanksMom for making this all possible ...

we have no choice but to build ...

dust collectors that have an additional function of taking up an entire room...(or specific space)




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Dark Days Bright Tunnel ... "what countdown ?" ... day ten ... hand's entry ...

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digging in ... getting dirty ... the stains of our journys ... the human filters of conditioning ... interaction ... metamorphosis ... the mirror was shattered a long time ago ... but what is luck except just that ... no retronym needed ... good can be bad ... bad can be good ... at least we were given a hard hat to cover up that soft spot until we hardened into an external chrysalis that no longer is affected by the external world ... to stay soft ... to stay porous ... why not? ... dig in ! ... the unconscious dance of the catastrophe caterpillar cataloged by the gods ... casted as silhouettes on the wall of the caves ... where did you go ? what have you built ? do you create with destruction or destroy with creation ? when you come back to the cave from the exploration of the fire will you tell us the stories of your journeys and what you have constructed ? stepping out of the tunnel we dance in the darkness and celebrate the infinite ! ... until u get the hitch-hiker's bug to travel ... then run toward the light at the beginend of the tunnel ... notice when you fell into this portal ... the world became your play ground ... what mask are you wearing ? what could you cure ?

we have no choice but to build ...

functionless unless there be dust to collect







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