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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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Journal of the Flesh: There's some do.

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Journal of the Flesh. Spiritus Quidem Promptus; Caro Vero Infirma. Friday, November 29, 2013. Written on the 22nd of May 2009. Another shot of tequila. In the room. Alone. I made this table. Wanted to write on it with a hammer. I thought he might still come over. Listening for the sound of footsteps through the leaves. Under the thrum of the a/c. Polaroids fall out of a book. The swordfish and the stoplight. We all thought it meant something. This morning I signed my confession. She said wait 24 hours.

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Journal of the Flesh: Not see become

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Journal of the Flesh. Spiritus Quidem Promptus; Caro Vero Infirma. Tuesday, December 3, 2013. Scroll of the Nine Dragons - Chen Rong - circa 1244. Shibata Zeshin - 1872. Cross post from The Empty Forms Between the Ivory Gates. The process of torture. Born out of a dream. Long ago in Morocco. He studies me patiently. States he wishes to add a chapter. To our mutual exploration of pain. Much like the Waterfall and Monkeys of Zeshin. Or the Scroll of the Nine Dragons by Chen Rong. You know these, of course.

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Paco Nathan: 2015-03

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A blog by PXN, to complement "official" home page at http:/ liber118.com/pxn. SV Synopsis: Fundamentalism in Technology. I am grateful for perspectives gained because our family lives in Silicon Valley. Many options here to work at novel ventures, and on fascinating projects. 8230; Opportunities to drop by Stanford. Or Berkeley for some remarkable guest lecture by a visiting expert… The wonders of an almost perpetual Maker Faire. As one walks through the neighborhood on any given evening… Tech camps.

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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.