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| .its.dylan.thomas.day. |
| 05.14.05 (8:21 am) [edit] |
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Oi! Its Dylan Thomas Day.. for no reason!!! NONE AT ALL! [so there =p" ]
when I drink I get far to whimsical for my own good... I wonder how minou puts up with me, but she's very good at it, I must admit.. anyways, as far as my grivence with the living and the quick goes.. this little bit from Thomas is very similar to how I feel about the shape and sounds of words..
In my scholarly studies as well, Enochian Ritual uses the suposed first language of the divine, angels and their heirachy were built not on spoken words, but of sounds that sung the choir to the one; In other beliefs however, those I tend to side with and favor more so in my own little paradigm, is that the divine choir's music comes from the sounds created in nature.. because the heirarchy is so vast, they incorporate every sound made, from the cracking of bones, the clicking of keys, each grinding, burning, whirring sound an engine makes... all of this, just sound, are the choir working in tandum with the universe. Brother Wind knows all things, for all forms of Communication pass through his body... + well this is Laine, signing off, naked and basking in the darkness of saturday morning livingrooms across the nation... + |
posted by: Minou (reply)
post date: 05.14.05 (10:52 pm)
Well I think that I put up with you because I get to see you naked...thats always a fun time!
posted by: lyinghere (reply)
post date: 05.16.05 (3:44 pm)
Reply to: Minou
so you're saying I'm okay looking in a dark room without clothing *nod* gotcha
posted by: Minou (reply)
post date: 05.23.05 (7:48 pm)
Reply to: lyinghere
nah, and I have the pic to prove it!
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