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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: There is a gate which serves no function

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Wednesday, June 4, 2014. There is a gate which serves no function. In a an oasis. In an enormous desert. Sand filling the rooms. In bowls of tallow. Two women with me. They are smiling at me. This amused the younger one. Makes the older one smile. As a decrepit old man. The other as a friend. Is playing her game. Still groggy from sleep. The the night is blue. Sky full of stars. Rich fragrance of water. I walk to the edge. There is a gate.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: The Clearing

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Sunday, April 6, 2014. Weaving in and out. Telling myself a story. Listening to the reflection. From within the earth. A massive Pulse of Energy. Every form of magnetically. Stored memory is wiped clean. The event is known as. Y2K scenarios times ten. Power grids shut down. The first and second. Into chaos and anarchy. Flash 100 years future. Everyone in the society. The one who centers. A way back home. The waterfall drowns out everything.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: To fracture on the rocks below

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Saturday, September 6, 2014. To fracture on the rocks below. I was the camera in a Coen brothers' film. Lindsay Lohan in hell. Followed her as she walked along a red carpet. That was flowing with images of hell and the devil. As depicted by Hollywood over the history of film. As we walked along. The images stayed with us. Flashing scenes of horror. Beneath our feet as we moved. Lindsay didn't recognize any of them. Since I was the camera.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: There are always more bones

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Tuesday, October 21, 2014. There are always more bones. Third world or different world. A landscape of bones. Heaps and piles of bones. Everything being reduced to dust. No many souls around. Sense of an end place. I am walking along a narrow path. Heading to a mausoleum structure. No trees or grass or vegetation. A cart made of bone pulled by a mule. Driven by an hooded figure. Both covered in pale bone dust. They wait for a moment.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: The monster has anticipated me and is waiting

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Saturday, March 8, 2014. The monster has anticipated me and is waiting. In a world similar. To one of his films. Moving from place to place. Projected onto the sky. Tied in with songs on the radio. Enormous shadows of the monsters. Against a field of stars. With a group of refugees. If we stay inside. They can't see us. Watching a turtle shaped monster. Flying over the tops of buildings. Another with a long beak. Pecking out people like ants.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: Says it is a cat

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Saturday, November 30, 2013. Says it is a cat. Complicated and involved scenario. Old co-workers and customers. From the coffee shop. Set around this time of year. Christmas lights put up. Spelling out with bad letters. My sisters initials and mine. I discover a caterpillar centipede creature. Crawling on a table. It has huge antler pinchers. It is pure white. The antlers are black. It's body is about six inches long. Pulls it away from me.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: The books are burning

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Monday, August 18, 2014. The books are burning. But on the side of a hill. From a great height. A team of scientists. Working in the backyard. Because of volcanic activity. Sink holes and rising ground. The hill is becoming a volcano. Ancient graves are being pushed out of the earth. Archaeologist are working to excavate. I am walking around carefully. No wanting to get in the way. There are huge pile of books. And record albums all around.

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates: It seemed like a thing from outside of the dream

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The Empty Forms Between The Ivory Gates. What Are These Dreams? Wednesday, December 10, 2014. It seemed like a thing from outside of the dream. People are cooking in the kitchen. Those from the living facilities. A group of older sisters. All of them look the same. There is a trivia contest. In the living room. A fair number of people. A woman in front of me. Calls out the wrong answer. The announcer comes over. And fines her a small amount. She is there with her husband. And still want to play.

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Have You Washed Your Bowl?: April 2014

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Have You Washed Your Bowl? Aestuans interius ira vehementi in amaritudine loquor meae menti. The Mirror of Sancho Panza and a Wandering Ghostly Error. The critic is the Sancho Panza to his master, our Lord Don Quixote, the artist. Sancho is no bread, butter and beer realist. He too sees and knows with the magical folly of the heart that there is knowledge before reason and science, a secret wisdom that is prior to logic - the vibrant god-telling PULSE. Can These Bones Live? And further, by these, my son,...