taste me, as the food and drink Alice found almost said. she was cast unto a stormshorn sunderedsea. you too will fall beneath my waves in time.


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Is the conscious real? Is the unconscious real? Can we take responsibility for the parts of us outside of us?

My kitchen is outside of me, but taking care of my kitchen is taking care of myself.

My roommate is outside of me, but how I perceive them is capable of being shifted. I need to choose to feel the places in which their tides push on my geometry. How can I let that geometry flow better, to let the ebbs and flows erode what's already there and expose something that thrives?

The intertidal zone is how continents come to be populated over time. I can foster their development. I can watch how extinction events and catastrophes hinder their growth - but "hinder" is a misnomer, isn't it?

Ecosystems can take many forms when stagnation is prohibited. Are ebbs of depression and flows of great joy a driver of nonlinear growth? does "growth is not linear" mean that we need to see lulls in our mind's activity as incubating for the next explosion? is regression necessary for growth?

We can't always be growing, and there's a limit to how much a system can grow. So it needs to see itself many times in many ways.

I'm going to let myself shift into someone else - the time of the werewolf has faded with the dawnward moonlight. The dual to the adored and celebrated sexuality of the flower needs to reveal its demonic backside. She needs to revel in her depravity now. Her revilation can become revelation alongside delicate, naturalized floral perfumes.


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