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I don’t acknowledge anything.I don’t react at all.I’m learning to need less approvalFrom the audience in the Hall.My soul is just reflecting all thesePeople anyway.They think that they are real but IDon’t care what they all say.They are all projections here.The only real is God.And he is within everything.He’s energy, after all.
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This painting is Saturn creating the Universe. Notice how Earth is depicted within the wider Universe here. It’s not with the Sun at the center of everything. The Earth is the only Turf.They lie to you ’bout that.You cannot land on Mars more thanYou can the Sun. That’s that.The planets aren’t rocky.The rocky place is…
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Everyone you see is an extension of yourself.Your mom, your dad, your dog.There is nobody else.They all are a reflectionOf who you are inside.What do you want reflected?You get to decide.
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I still need a Monet book.I’ve got a Vince one now.But I don’t trust the Literature.I’ve caught them in a lie.I never trust a source againAfter once they’ve told a fibYou might be more gullible,But I, my friends, have lived.
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Been working on my karma.I got to get it up.I don’t abide the dramaInherent with The Cup.I trimmed my diet of the thingsI know aren’t good for me.I know that I’m not there yet.But progress is the key. If you told me 5-year-ago I wouldn’t have seen a single hockey game this entire season and…
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Vincent’s brother TheoKept all of his letters.We don’t have all of Theo’s.But Vincents are much better.It’s clear he was more comfort’bleWith a pen than with a brush!I know you might think that real oddBut his descriptions are so lush! It’s such a great blessing to be able to write about whatever is on my mind…
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I can’t stop writing poetry.I don’t know what to do.They say that I may never stopUntil my days are through.I write reams of it every weekAnd cannot seem to halt.I don’t know who’s to blame for thisBut know it’s not my fault!
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I once was on a ship at seaWhen the man on watch cried out,“Monster off the port bow!”Then men began to shout.It was the middle of the day.The creature, clearly seen.The beast had rows of razor teethAnd looked a palish green.He crept up to the ship and the lookOf terror on men’s facesIt’s not something…
Musings of the Mad 