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Tuesday, February 7th, 2006
9:51 pm - The Dreamsbox & Sinsbox Projects | share dreams and sins
jennychapman Hey all,

I was on blinklist and saw the following article about dreamsbox.com and sinsbox.com. Since its revelant to this community, I thought I would share it:

"2 documentation projects emerged this month to spearhead a new push in the Web 2.0 era for simplicity. The Dreamsbox (http://www.dreamsbox.com) Project seeks to document the world's dreams, allowing for anonymous posting of dreams along with the creations of free personal dream diaries. The Sinsbox Project (http://www.sinsbox.com) seeks to document sins and secrets, allowing for anonymous confessions and submissions of expressional art. Both projects allow for a unique rating system..."

Both projects are actually pretty addictive and fun. I love the fact that they're simple to use but their design kinda suck and sinsbox.comis a bit too dark and scandalous for me but nonetheless i'm addicted. As it turns out the guy who started the 2 projects went to school with me back in the days! Now I guess he's an internet junkie. haha! Anyways, please spread words about these 2 projects to friends and family if you can through word of mouth or through your own postings. In general, I just think that these two projects are very decent in terms of what they're trying to do. Read the "about" page to learn how cool these people are.

~jen

current mood: bouncy

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12:56 pm

_redbloodcell
a warm, sultry, rainy
wind in sth europe -
irretrievable! oak, stone
bridges, sirocco cocosfaire in
time. c-ut your fingers
turning the pages of a
seventh grade photo leven,
slippery sodas, rum and
coke, liver death lovers*;
the pale crescents of flesh
flapping a reminder.
sir3ius papier mache col =
-umns, naked play and
a chokchoked canary fan
my forgotten stubs of lipstick
my running stitched heart
accomplices, my fingered curls and
winds and salty youths, sex
exactly equal to my sex
honed to an inch, a wince,
square red fit, pushed into
me, what YES a dead door
slamm- closing the lid
on one eternal summer
(shall not freeze nor
fade, indefinitely),
til we met again,
yea.

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Monday, July 11th, 2005
12:41 am

filmsofsilence
Dimensions: We are three, the fourth engulfs us, then we can only be two.

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Friday, July 1st, 2005
1:24 am - Stanzas of Gibberish

ubergreenkat
Stanzas of Gibberish 07.01.05Collapse )

Just a warning, this is very, very long.

x-posted to mad_duluozions

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Sunday, March 13th, 2005
12:31 pm

ubergreenkat
ceci est introduction
qui n'est pas pour introduir
c'est pour perdre
'pis trouvé
en tout, saigné
les arc-en-ciels des narines
la langue de la langue
qui crache sur la crais
en trois demensions
a coté de la rue

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Tuesday, September 14th, 2004
1:36 am

rabo_karabekian
Neoism is an affirmation game.
Neoism denies rationality.
Neoism is fake.
Neoists are the movement of their name.
Neoism avoids the term "randomness".
Neoism, the arbitrary movement of history and sex.
Neoism does not conceive of individualism as lasting in time.
Neoism is opposed to the concept of sex.
Neoism is a state of tradition.
Neoism is often called in our poetic language "gidisa ririgu".
Neoism defeats itself as an idea.
Neoism is an excercise in practical delusion.
Neoists have no relations.
Neoism believes in repetition.
Neoists are structures of eschatology.
Neoism means to vanish.
Neoists collapse only to transgress the law of texts.
Neoism means absolute freedom, defy catagorization and historification.
Neoism means to contradict neoism.

We are all commands and all enemies.

Read semiosis - escape fiction.

There is, in fact, no such thing as Neoism.

do not try to understand.

neoism

"we are neoists, do NOT listen to us." - monty cantsin

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Friday, September 10th, 2004
3:25 pm - Juxtapositions

neitherday
Juxtapositions

trip by candlelight
splashing in the scum
it takes talent
to drink from that sink

by the lesson of the sun
boston gave light
in purple pastel
and neon green

the kiss of soft lips
with mine beaming
warm and true
this lover have i

smell gently
the sweet flowers
in the solar rays
before you look away

the food is spoiled
asking for long and acrid masticating
coloured a nasty rainbow
acidulous taste

observe the cotton clouds
moving slowly
in the middle of the rabbit moon
in evening air

caress soft
fluffy and big
love and flooded by the sun
the fur of my cat

this joy that is mine
alone in the darkness
what is the most possible
i found myself high

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Monday, June 28th, 2004
3:28 pm - storyfusion

puccadoll
This is an experimental page for an ongoing communal narrative (or anti-narrative) which can include any narrative (or non-narrative) form such as prose, poetry, lists, scripts, tables, images and surveys, etc. It is intended for anyone willing and interested in contributing to an ongoing piece of art (with periodic digressions). There are no restrictions but that contributions be a part of the ongoing story. It is hoped to develop a fusion of widely varied voices and styles and media within a somewhat coherent framework. The ridiculous is highly welcome. Please edit your contributions.

The idea is that the story is not planned, it evolves. So, if one writer or artist introduces a character or theme the next writer or artist can develop it, or not, as she or he chooses, as long as there is some kind of coherent link that makes it 'readable' (in the broadest sense of a readable 'text').

The idea partly came from a party scene in Louisa May Alcott's Little Women, where characters' personalities are developed, and contemporary reading habits explored, through a joint storytelling game. I was thinking along the lines of Pynchon or Rabelais or Perec or something anti-novelistic when I thought of doing this, but perhaps an avante-garde soap opera could also be an apt description. I am reminded of a drawing game I learned in primary school where each child draws a section of a body, folds it over to conceal it, and passes the page onto another child who contributes the next section, and so on, until the page ends and an inconsistent creature is revealed which doesn't conform to any kind mould other than that the pieces fit together. Also think: serial, like Dickens or Conan-Doyle, where each contribution to a larger story is written periodically (The Pickwick Papers), or each short story contributes to a larger reality (the myth of Sherlock Holmes), but with different authors (as in a television series) and, of course, with different media.


Illustrators, digital artists, graphic novelists, photographers, cartoonists, poets, writers of any genre, scriptwriters, non-fiction writers, copywriters, painters, embroiderers, sculptors, artists of any description are welcome
and encouraged to participate.

http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=storyfusion

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Sunday, June 20th, 2004
8:16 am
freundlin

The RatsCollapse )

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Saturday, June 19th, 2004
8:03 am
freundlin Hallo, i've been lurking in this community for some time.
and i do poems or something near to it. there's one in the previous entry.
is it okay to post more here? i'll put under lj cut.
i really dont know what to do with them. so i thought i might share them...

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7:38 am
freundlin

MariaCollapse )

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Friday, June 18th, 2004
6:29 am

dadapi
i'm burned!
i'm burning!
i'm burried!

p.s. it's fire in me

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Thursday, June 3rd, 2004
1:36 pm - I PAINTED THIS IN MY SLEEP

actual_i
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&category=551&item=3728062904&rd=1&ssPageName=WDVW

I CALL IT FEATHER RAIN. IT IS ONE OF THE VERY FEW OIL PAINTINGS DONE IN MY SLEEP. ALTHOUGH I THINK I DID MORE OILS THAN I HAVE, BECAUSE SOME OF THEM WERE SMUDGED UP PRETTY BAD BY THE TIME I AWOKE TO THEM.

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Saturday, May 29th, 2004
11:48 am

charlemagne_7
hi! i have an interesting collage using mixed media such as multiples of photographs and other objects. it was made by this guy i called "orpheus." it is the LAST PICTURE (#16 to be exact) among the the 16 pics displayed. you can see it on andrew's website:


http://plool.dyndns.org/gallery/?cid=10


Posted comments and criticism are appreciated. thanx - a grace

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Wednesday, May 26th, 2004
4:53 pm

charlemagne_7
have you ever had a conversation that seemed surreal or psychedelic yet not drug induced...i've been having some lately. i would post them but i don't have consent to...oh well...any comments...
besides that....


i'm veering towards more collage and writing translations in arabic and greek and veering away from "art deco on acid" style. so far i have mixed reviews and it is less popular. lately i have been influenced by calligraphy or arabic and greek, surrealism, dada, cats, and people (pseudonym names used) i have met: "stathis the strange," "orpheus," "rumplestiltskin," and "the nurturer." you can see my stuff on this link at Andrew's website.


http://plool.dyndns.org/gallery/?cid=10

Posted comments and criticism under the pictures are appreciated, welcomed, considered, and read. they help give me new ideas.

thanx - a grace

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Sunday, May 9th, 2004
8:01 pm

allah_dot_com
19XX:

“ gooseberry twisted eyelashes”
I ponder at 3 in Nanas garden as nats hum softly around my sticky Kool-Aid chin; the skin of a raspberry mesmerized me.

Icy hose stream.

Nanas dress.

Fun/complaining.


Lawnmowers roar.

White butterflies.

God.


today:

the wind is as merciless as a plague, soft icy shells bat their cold wetness against skylights

ticks of ice against steel

ground jubilation in the return of the sun
time to pull out the hedger and feed the animals

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Thursday, April 22nd, 2004
12:47 pm - sleep painting auction update

actual_i
mindfire
http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=3719792432</div>

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Wednesday, April 21st, 2004
3:02 pm

allah_dot_com
vicious vivre diario utilisateus


Enlightenment follows when Eccentric is not a pejorative.

When walking barefoot do you look for the rusty nails in the ground to step on just because the FOOT wants to see what it feels like? No? Then please also consider thinking for a change about what is better for the Whole rather than just YOU. You would be so loved. I promise you that.


Must one suffer to get to enlightenment? No. But to human beings to have survived a life threatening situation is to have achieved the highest greatness…that is what the human race is going towards. That’s partly why we are alive; to keep on living the longest. But by no means were we meant to play it “safe”.
Enlightenment requires a different kind of survival. The kind in which the person who can see things without judgment while keeping their honest integrity alive is the one who is most spirituality developed. Sometimes a person comes along that is both the survivors, we call them Saints.
The point I am trying to make is people who believe it is more holy to hold fear, hate, anguish and arrogance and try to get over it THINKING that they were supposed to be that way is silly. You will never see growth by EVER thinking about your defects…you know why?




They don’t exist.


I know what you are thinking. Why oh why are there SO many fucking assholes in this world. What is their use? Are they defective human beings, the child killers, terrorists and money hungry politicians? Who else is there to blame?

You.

Blame your self for refusing to understand that you were born to change these issues for the betterment of humankind. Stop getting into the defects and see what COULD be done instead! I live in Detroit where it looks worse than Bosnia on the outside but on the inside many families are poor and striving extra hard to make ends meet. These are good strong honest families who live far below what any decent human being should live. Also there are a lot homeless around. Should I just sit here and judge? I am setting up a program where these people living very rough will be given money to help clean up the city. Will it be easy? Who cares! Does it combat some of this plague that has fallen upon America? Yup. Will the program work? It might not, but it plants seeds of change for the future. Do i need to be a genius? No. Will it make me or others suffer? Nope. Do I have to be a religious freak that needs to convert the masses? Nope. Do I need to be a “star”? No. Do I need therapy to figure out WHY I so NEED to change the world for the better? Nah. Do I need to eat a ton of health food and do yoga and meditate? No. Do I need to become a white-collar criminal? No. Do I need to look attractive? No. (Why are these things our only options?)

It’s so much simpler than that.
downhill. It's a forum
Also, even as
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nice.


impulse (
Heart is a language I wish for Too.

There are 4 voices
Singing the same note
At the same time
________________________The bible is a book, it is not God.
In the bible it never claims to be the word of God
The word of God came ONLY from Jesus.
The rest is surrealistic mythology mixed with health concerns.
The bible itself will also tell you these things________________________


Are you curious to know these things….to bring dark mysterious truths to light
Will it destroy you if you realized you are wrong?
Will it destroy me if I realized the lies I keep as well…………..






_______We are borrowed from the
________body of
__________Sum
____________The Divine Proportion
_____________(means)
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””conditions (you lack confidence in your own abilities and would sooner not take a chance)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~limits (behavior of a function when a change in one or more variables occurs…………………………..)>
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~development (à répondre aux défis économiques)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~course (quantum computation)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~prosperous (miracles are auspicious accidents………………………………….)>
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~protection(living or dead)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~attaining(Isaiah 55:12…………………………….)>)>
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~its wideexistence(Never before have people struggled so much to find relief ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~from emotional distress)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~individual(your email address)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~practice(Asthma Flash Social _media needs)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~invariably(read the fine print, what we're doing is spelled out)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~obtained(abo legitimate depictions ve ………………………………………)>
giving more proclaimed principle, conducive acts

"due reward" vs. “no revenge for wrongs”

image
nucleic
love

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Tuesday, April 13th, 2004
1:12 am - Bubbles

neitherday
Bubbles

bubbles
float
up

everything twists
moving
rocking

time drips
like the candle
burning away

fire crackles
behind me
hold on to this

increasing odd
it looks just like it
red stains on a white dress

cracked with age
forgot, yet bright
looping back now

bubbles
float
down

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Monday, April 5th, 2004
8:22 pm - Counterpart

neitherday
Counterpart

angry, the wind blows in my window
the walls of the house fight to hold the cold which bites the air
i sit in this structure
i observe the stormy world
with hope of escape
groaning and hissing
wanting to be high with aromatic herb

argumentative old ladies heavily redefine blue
the weather outside is the new blue
opening the windows lets in the dark outlines of trees
the shriek interrupts the squawking
stopping of the wind
i would have paid for this trip

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