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    dots Submission Name: Astral Projection's Existential Hubrisdots
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    Author: monad
    ASL Info:    64/M/California
    Elite Ratio:    8 - 1092/410/117
    Words: 207
    Class/Type: Prose/Passion
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       Absolute commy fascist brown shoe shuffle shoe shine. The pair of wooden shoes in Old Mother Hubbard's cupboard to me. Now what have I done?? Bailiff's rake-ness rails!!!!


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    dotsAstral Projection's Existential Hubrisdots
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    Distance traveled time spent's dynamic progressiveness, clairaudience clairvoyance. Metaphysical mystique’s incarnate. Due yesterday’s retrospectively retroactive. Enigma entity’s dexterously tactile acuity on the identity crisis. Cerebral cortex’s climax matrix to synaptic syntax semantics. Prospectus perplexity surreally sublime. Quagmire quandary’s poshly plush. Who am I to think I can conception of the infinite supply? Even the syntactics of eclectic synectics pale by compare to the atrociously impetuous impudence in pugnaciously audacious. Imagination’s immaturities are psychic clarity’s élan vital to evolutional tenants. Fiduciary principles financially responsible fiscal policies. Mercenary mendacity plenary plenipotentiary. Innocuous noumenal verity, mystic symbiotic’s chicanery dynamism fealties. Proximity parameter’s perimeter peripherals, propinquity habitation’s harbingers of harangued. The question remains on the tribal : How can I stand next to the person I’m standing next to if I’m carrying on right through them. It’s the trajectory extant in spatiotemporal telemetry tactician. Well graspy greedy on the stingy frugal to mingy minion and paw flaw laws claws on it. Get a glove, objectified manifest’s diminutive minutia iota’s of self-inductive interstitial extrapolations. Detinue perfective. Traveling down this obtusely overt contusion in my vehicular contrivance convection convolution. Nimbus nimiety nihilism’s aura roan to rainbow mare. Unicorn railway nails. Swarthy swastica swath swizzles on the sweaty swelter swerve to verve.





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      This pretty well sums up the previous two days of various encounters, but chiefly on the stuff that youtube says "this is recommended for you". Well, once in a while there is a gem of sorts but such is rarely crystal. Nazi esoteric stuff (several factions mentioned) also popped up on some cable vision channel and the long and dark haired women (witches?) were channeling aliens from far off star to help the krouts find mystical objects of power, develop super weapons and their secret base in Antartica, apparently the same one which is recently reported as being visited by various illuminati "public servant" wannabees. Hubris indeed! Coincidence? Don't forget to vote... it may be our last opportunity to do so.


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    | Posted on 2016-11-06 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ]
      I haven't read your work in awhile. It never disappoints. Astral projection is so otherworldly. Used to do it many times as a kid not knowing what it was or that I was doing it. This is a cool piece. Almost like eating a delicious dessert.

    ~Jezi
    | Posted on 2016-07-18 00:00:00 | by ShadowParadox | [ Reply to This ]


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