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Stop Motion (Head-Lines Aug 8th 2011)


Nokia Creates World’s Largest Stop-Motion Animation
Stop motion. End creation. Stop motion. Laughter’s end. Stop motion. End love. Stop motion. Begin again. Stop motion. Wingless birds. Stop motion. Soulless beasts. Stop motion. Sun doused. Stop motion. Star’s plunge. Stop motion. Breathe your last. Again! Again and again, until idleness cleaves away the breath of my Love! Again and again, until the stop motion ends my fragile grasp.

Chimpanzees’ Not As Selfish As We Thought
In other words, I thought more of myself than the collective whole because as a whole I imagined I had no self, but, alone, my mind went rigid with preconceived notions, gray and white thoughts, others beliefs, hatred, noise, murder, war, fear…

How could I alone have done anything else or imagined that I accomplished anything more than failure?


© 2011 by mark prime
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