a. lines one and two can be read two ways: black door dont stumble or or back do or don't stumble
b. line three can be read two ways also: crowded hall of the great room or as crowned hall othe greatroom
c. hidden message: bet the disease is deep indeed
what's the disease?
hmm
you tell me
:)
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i wonder
how many
other
people clicked
on the accompanying
picture?
hmm
i like "vuh" and "vuhr"
and am glad
you restricted
the amount of
new language
and glad that some
was included
so we don't feel
excluded
exiled
from the borders
of usofl
i think i'd have to
know you better
to have full understanding
of this
but i have little
scooby doo clues
picked up along the way
to the haunted castle
in our purple van
[or was it green?]
obviously
i've cheated
and read
cherry centre's
review
so...
"crow.ne.d" = to sound a bit like crow nest?
i.e. enclosed space full of peck pecking
plus crown = head
crowned = you got something on [in] your head
i kept seeing it as crowded too...just my eyes or meant to?
gotta embrace
all of the others
in your headspace
because
because because because because
they go where you go
thus have been where you've been
so it's like having membership
to a club
usofl
there are things in common
so to ignore them
is wrong
not that it's easy to ignore them
i'm guessing
can't really articulate
my response
but i like it
it's kind of dark
in the way that a cavern
is dark
but if you shine a torch
you might see
the diamonds
g-l-i-t-t-e-r-i-n-g
in the walls
mhm. trippy and mentally twisted. i like it; it made me think. i had to read it a few times through before it started piecing together, also wonderful. i love the way you think.
so yesterday we talked about walking through the door.
You also sneezed a great deal. ANd we discussed distortion at length.
Somehow I see a little of all of this wrapped up in this tidy little package of USofL.
It doesnt help much that I started rereading Finnegain's Wake last night and now you're poem will be mingling with his words in my head all day- no doubt f*****g me.
The questions remains for me, what is this disease?
Is it the distortion in its many forms- feeling alone in the dis[ease].
Feeling alone til you realize that everyone has a form of it-
or is it the hungry disease?
Is it the disease of the past that haunts?
I think it's all of them.
Into the crow.ne.d of the GreatRoom- hmmmm where they all come together: the thoughts, the voices, insecurities, fears, dreams, diseases....
walking in and allowing them to be present.
Sitting beside them instead of fleeing when they enter.
Tis interesting here- i'm gonna think on it longer.
Everyone here is just like you-
right cause they were all there too, they are part of you.
It's what i"ve said all along, you control them
even though it appears the other way.
They are there for safety- and it'd be lonely without them,
cause they've been through so much, and there for so much....
just a theory i have.
I keep reading nesting as nestling....
but i know you well enough to know theres a reason for nesting.
I must assume this ties in with children and others...
nesting, preparing for children,
but also preparing for the hosts that feed off of you- your mind. more hunger...
in the end, I think you're about to have a psychotic break..just kidding. hahah
but subconsciously I think peterc and the reporter are nervous, you're nervous- all for one and one for all...
who are you without them? daring thought. but it's what i see.
to some, they are the sickness. to others, you just have a cold and it's making you delerious in hypersmart way. lol