the eight settled down with their heads on the ground- and sound roared up from their ankles. knees move into space it has bent it again. space bent light. space is not one thing. consistently. its constitution of liquid flow, quaseous clouds, empty vessel. what empty? no. full. we cannot fit in. too dense it… Continue reading beat
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*all these wands*
the third nine looks back to the side flipped all the fires. any card (any thing that exists/object/idea/person/thing) does not exist alone, if we consider the empty; it is not even alone in its -ness maybe. 9wands third in after 2 rotating again. let's consider- 9 in relation to 8 and to 0 empty again.… Continue reading *all these wands*