tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81218539367602612392011-07-07T18:28:19.456-07:00Tim Razohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05564063647824555189noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121853936760261239.post-80766534189846564212010-04-16T17:16:00.000-07:002010-08-19T02:30:25.855-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Golden kaleidoscoping cosmic mandalas, gently spinning warmly upon my closed eyes. Thoughts happen upon the Phi Cycle of the universe. The event horizon in an octahedron.<br /><br />Red is retrograding past a violet risk, and phasing into a peaceful blue dream. There in the vortex of the solar plexus we have drawn from the invincible singularity.<br /><br />Another morning is forecast by the stars.<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TGz5YF7jpuI/AAAAAAAADAA/DB_wnjcLdFM/s1600/3-b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TGz5YF7jpuI/AAAAAAAADAA/DB_wnjcLdFM/s320/3-b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507050636671428322" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TFYQEjkMpnI/AAAAAAAAC0k/bhar_z-aYgA/s1600/holographic_meditation.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8121853936760261239-8076653418984656421?l=hyperborea-before-eschaton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tim Razohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05564063647824555189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121853936760261239.post-34721611994319480882010-01-28T16:11:00.000-08:002010-04-17T00:43:03.345-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" >Euphoric at dawn, bird dogs dream of dark earth.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" ><br />Aubade, a small band has rushed frightened faced skulls through the tall grasses of their own foot width hunting trails. Braiding a path away from defiled limestone monuments, away from incinerated kin.<br /><br />Blurred blue, yellow &amp; green holographics pinpoint approaching locations in mid-morning winds. Mountain faces turn so as to not flash a defiant eye.<br /><br />Phoenix scratches static over communication lines from miles above, "the quartz vein has left a monoatomic dew". Manna for breakfast is an auspicious sync.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8121853936760261239-3472161199431948088?l=hyperborea-before-eschaton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tim Razohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05564063647824555189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8121853936760261239.post-32187641125614762702009-10-04T15:26:00.000-07:002010-07-21T19:51:07.017-07:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;">Future ancient argonauts crouch by the desert fires of our neighboring rival neoterics. Night has fallen on their red gravel sector.</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TDhlw9wAIII/AAAAAAAACos/N4Jigw8NW6k/s1600/1b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TDhlw9wAIII/AAAAAAAACos/N4Jigw8NW6k/s320/1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492251637462343810" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We advance through the calginous narrow alley ways of these mountainous pyramids to collect their symetrical souls. The rabbit moon is sympathetic to our plight of apperception, and mercenaries will not block the flight of my stylet.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TDaKZoB_zsI/AAAAAAAACoc/wuPPRAyO324/s1600/1-final"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TDaKZoB_zsI/AAAAAAAACoc/wuPPRAyO324/s320/1-final" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491728968472055490" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our projected pulsing toned coordinants bring us to the palace of deceit. Our weapons shall cause heaven to rain fire here.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TEevWO8TvpI/AAAAAAAACqw/7_1CF-al-Xc/s1600/3-a"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VoFM4aW7x9A/TEevWO8TvpI/AAAAAAAACqw/7_1CF-al-Xc/s320/3-a" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496554666732011154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;">The carrier patiently waits upon a thermal lift due east.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8121853936760261239-3218764112561476270?l=hyperborea-before-eschaton.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tim Razohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05564063647824555189noreply@blogger.com0