Thursday, January 25, 2007

their's is not but still effecting the effects of process

process of multiprocessor's being artless in truth in figurative with style as there is some sort of hidden thought the still even effects theirs less fully need to meet the others contentment in this relation into the power of lividness becoming ego's of the superego IN an ID of thought's present in perfect intensities of effectualness's into themselves until these things free less likeliness of sucking into my minds ideas of thoughts in superciliousnesses into what was red and read as well we can not be moving in their direction of portions of their path that becomes into and of their effects inside the lies that recreate the spirit of love into movements of thoughts that handle our Id and ego's of superegos when these passive effects that are defended into the florid zazenites in life's knowledge instill of them sightless inconsiderableness of themselves of still editing potential ineffectual ecological way of what is right now ...

Saturday, January 20, 2007

There is somehow a way to feel even still in varying the selflessness of life's expression/experience. yet every thing's non-thing that could be/not-

There is somehow a way to feel even still in varying the selflessness of life's expression/experience. yet every thing's non-thing that could be/not-be as aware of things that make thoughts thought, like the fear of light inside ourselves. Now is then the future that was after you lost some time inside the idea of ... being aware of being not aware of being neither and both yet free of what is aware now. Deeper still there are effects and affects into nothingness and less then that even after and before. Why ego/mind and not spirit ?? pleasure makes me think of pain inside lives expressed as the sounds and shapes that are useful to know enough things that freely like the spirit of fluctuations lost into itselfs as this occurred outside the friction of waking the lives we live as a function of time in life's world that is pointless careless and pointed with cares of infinite things that could be found as in touch one-spirit of love. (just don't fall off your cushion again) where there is knowledge that ripples through the cream and peaches that one will add some honey to - the woken thought of life and death as is inside life's form of mindless fear of perfect chaos that makes things come through the illusions of nothingness that makes you think the mind is still pointing further to the idea that forms ego's acceptance. Clarity of in decisions of the presence of life's constant balance in and on itself as one says things that are true and are right.