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I defy description!
His pocket jingled with less that 2 coins. Money was necessary if he would ease his hunger. He stared at the two, wondering if a theft was in order. Yet judging them amiably, he decided not to. Hesitating, he spoke calmy and somewhat 'formally'.
"Dear Sir, Dear Madam." He said, thinking slightly of how he was going to put his question.
"Do you know of a place here with... Lots of people?"
[A description plucked from aonother's dream. Seemed a touch of the zen was in the young man. It passed, but some things are wanting to be remembered.]
-- The Letter D
You write well,
You dream far,
You think unrestrained,
You see with different eyes.
Keep it up!
A memory of another me, seen forlicking around the blimps, many a time ago inwhich time cannot seem to remember.
Sleek, bold, black and green, standing on the brink of reality, wings splayed and ready to flink itself into fantasy. Of ground, of air, of water, of fire. Slicked with scale and mounted with obsidian armors, holding long list and quick forgotten medals of honor and bravory from places no one has ever heard. Bright shining teeth to make the crocidile envious or the slick tounge of serpentines favoring. Take on this not so young dragon seen before thee, in heat of battle or song of friendship (Or feindship for that matter). Live. Work. Play.
-- The Letter D
Perhaps more og Jhona and the whale, or closer found by Hitch Hikers squandering whims on mamillain squeeky oceaning things, with flippers and fins, and bottlenoes mouths, frolicing and jumping within sparkling seas, each holding anothers former life with dreams of furture encounters.
-- The Letter D
Err, no, that would be on wet rice, wrapped in sea-weed.
The tired eyes misread wisdom as 'I am a soul, wrapped up in fish'.
-- The Letter D
e-Dan is like "E-Mail", but with less spam, more meaning and much more entertaining!
What are mitrochondria?
I have thick black hair, shoulder-length. My eyes are dark brown, in the darkness they look nearly black. My earlobes are attached. I am very skinny, but short. My skin is a warm tan color. My fingers are small and delicate, great for creating miniature worlds. Around my neck is a sapphire necklace...a necklace which my grandmother gave to my mother, who passed it on to me.
My feet have walked on many sandy beaches, trekked through jungle and forest, climbed trees, prance through the wood like deer, danced probably a tenth of my waking life through my twenties. I had an interesting revelation when I discovered that my toes are definitely stronger than my fingers - as probably most of our toes are.
Turning to my fingers, they are a most marvelous tool - so dexterous for prying, squeezing, poking, untangling, positioning, with little nails to scratch at things. There is a tattoo on my left forefinger that is a little round dot that changes color when placed on color. It means that I am a member of a secret club. I have some rings - both silver in color. I've used my left hand to make the most phenomenal one-handed way-behind me at ankle height catch in winter football that anybody possibly could have made. Two handed diving finger tip long bomb touchdowns and perfect spiraling throws half the football field. They flip Frisbees in multiple different ways and have won badminton awards, sculpture awards, spent years playing baseball at first and second bases. They have performed slight-of-hand magic tricks for their formative years. Painted, carved, snipped thousands of miles of paper, cardboard and cloth. They have played guitar and moog on a hundred songs for many ears. Typed millions of lines of code and countless e-mails, etc. Most of all, constructed hundreds of gadgets and concoctions, sketched dozens of Dan Zen games and written countless stories and ideas.
(electronic Dan Zen signature with pun of Eden for the one who asked)
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I am a soul wrapped up in flesh
Drop off that enochian boredom and awake to the world without levels or conceptualizations, the beautiful world of ZEN.
By the way I am tall, skinny and I have been told to have a great ass.
My name is Kaitlin i love sports not one in particular just all of them and i love music, movies, and pizza.
ASHLEY WRITE ME LAMBERTIMARTIN@HOTMAIL.COM
I love soccer and track
I love soccer and tarck
i used to until i broke most of my ribs playing it
Does anybody like to play soccer?
i am female with brown hair and brown eyes. I have a lots of friends. I haven't really ever sprained a part of my body before and i don't want to.I like to go to the mall with my friends.
I am from Pennsylvania.
Hi my name is belinda i have jet black hair that i have dyed a few times to get it to that the color. I am really good at school.
I have only sprained my ankle and that really hurt, let me tell you!
Oh and i have soo many friends.
Hi my name is ashley. I have brown hair and have sprained my wrist and shoulder before. It really hurts when i play my sports, but i am still very good at them. Oh and i have green eyes.
I love Mike Englert!!!!
I like typing on this thing!
What does e-Dan mean anyway?
Dan when are you going to talk more about your feet?
Hi my name is kasie i like boys and i am in my school band.
I also have a real hot brother. All my friends think he is hot. I am 13 years old. I have brown hair, green eyes and i am about 5ft1.
I never sprained my shoulder but i have sprained my ankle.It didn't hurt that bad.
HI my name is Ashley and i like to play soccer.
I am 13 years old, red hiar, blue eyes and slim.
Oh and i live in new york. I am about 5ft2
i sprained my shoulder once over the summer of 2001. It hurt real bad.
i am a pretty girl. My birthday is in october. i am 15 years old and love to go out with my friends
I have blond hair. Don't know what this is really about, you know why you write your discription. But hey i want to do this.
hi i am a younge lady with blood hair and skinny
hi i am a girl, with red hair and slim
hi i am a girl, with red hair and slim
i am a girl: dyed blood red hair, red stained lips. colege student, film major.
i am a girl: dyed blood red hair, red stained lips. colege student, film major.
euhh female,living in holland,long brown hair,,brown eyes,half greek half fries,computerbelly *grin*,real bad at english spelling,jack vance reader,,so siencefictiondreamer i guesss,,but,,no starrwarrs please!!,,lots of pets,,and plants,,and ,,pretty litle feet *grin*,,oww and i can write whit them!
female green/blue/grey eyes weird brown hair 5'8 a tatoo of pride on my arm and a navel ring
female, 21, blue eyes, glasses, bottle blonde, med student, big smile, 5'5", junk food body, little time for anything, no time for beauty.
would you still want me?
cher (my name for thalia, so she knows i wrote this, though she doesnt know me)
Green eyes, reddish brown hair, 6' tall, genius level intellect.
brown hair, hazel eyes, 5'6'',130 lbs, navel ring(its important that all of you know that lol.)
by the way my e-mail is Valance_Tydecrash@yahoo.com if you want more info.
Just the average joe, short brown hair, blue eyes, medium build and about 6'1" 205lbs., other than that i guess thats it. Hopless romatic here, definitely hopeless...
Both feet have had sprained ankles. There is a picture of me holding up a can with my toes. My feet look like my Uncle Jim's feet. Someone said I had powerful looking calves and I've remembered that ever since - funny how you can remember compliments.
I don't know. I didn't see any ribosomes under the microscope (they're too small). I was wondering about the nucleus, though.
and the gas stations were ribosomes...
I flew in an airplane tonight, the sky was very clear. When I looked down at the highway from so high above, the cars travelling with their lights on looked oddly like mitrochondria travelling in the cytoplasmic streams. If there were just a few stationary green objects to resemble the chloroplasts, it would have looked just like that tomato hair cell I looked at last week...
i am sick, i have a fever and my mouth has that peculair taste in it that is caused by dehydration... my head feels like it is 100,000 times bigger than it actually is, i am cold, i am suddenly sweating. I feel like i am falling but i am only sitting in my chair typing words into non-existance. this is how a fever feels.
Were the sprained ankles all on the same foot?
Once I broke my little toe by walking into a big textbook that was lurking beside/under my bed. I felt really lame.
I have often picked up ribbed cans with my feet. The big toe and frankenstein toe curl over and pinch the rim. Most of my toes bend backwards. My big toe nail on the left rips more than it should perhaps from an old bumping. I stubbed my toes fairly often when young moving along sidewalks in the sun. I've had half a dozen sprained ankles but they are completely better now - I thought they never would be.
That's all for now.
I just got back from the "Realm of The Dying Sun"... lovely (but bizzare) place to visit...
Everybody there, were made of fire, kind, generous and warm. But that should not seem so strange, since the place itself seems to have the Elements transposed from a perspective that we experience them in... In the sky, water, Earth is still Earth, hmmm... come to think of it, only Air and water were reversed. Enocian phisics still applied to some extent, 32oF still seperates the higher states and lower states of matter, dry and moisture still differentiate "water" from "Earth" and "Air" from "Fire"... But still, the people were made of fire, instead of something more solid...
The people there were all worried, because they were more magick than mundane, almost a mirror image of the world we live in, and they could see the two Suns of both worlds. And I assume they worry of the name "Realm of the Dying Sun"...
I tried to reassure them, that just because the second Sun (their sun) was red, it did not mean that it was dying... and it is no less great than the Sun we have here, only that it need not shine so bright, when the people there are already warm, being of fire and such... But, they are quite hesitant to believe the words of a visitor from another world...
Getting there is easier than some may think... In Enochian practice, there is a way to exprience the layered "planes" of existance in a breathing exercise... While breathing in, you visualize passing through each of the planes... Meterial/physical... Aetherial... Astral... Lower Mental... Higher Mental... Da'ath (or Limbo)... and when you can inhale no more, you look up to the last plane, the Divine plane, and in forcing an even deeper breath, you step into the Divine...
When is Dan Zen going to talk more about his feet, i wonder...
Once when I closed my eyes I saw a scene with this girl. She was blue, and wearing a one-piece bathing suit with a matching bathing cap. These were both white, and looked like they were covered in cotton balls. She was kneeling in a creek (a little inlet part in a forest/pastoral setting). Her hands and knees were in the water, her back was arched, here eyes were closed and she was smiling a very big smile with her head up and facing straight. I saw her in profile and she reminded me of a sheep.
I really like being a mammal. Homeothermy ROCKS!!!
The nipples are kind of weird, though.
Pythagoras, the cult leader, thought that you shouldn't eat beans because they were baby humans (human 'beans'? Get it?).
-Cosmo Bimbo, Almighty Lord of Onomatopoeia
Some days I wake up and find myself stuck inside of a big silver cube. When this happens, I am reminded of exactly WHY it is that people are so allergic to peanuts.
Wesley Willis is a giraffe and only two inches tall. You'd do well to remember that. I don't think he'll ever be on springer, though. I could see the title:
I have some skin; that's important. Sometimes it changes colour. Heidegger also had skin, or 'ownmost thrown-towards-skinness not-to-be-bypassed'. I guess we're really similar in that respect.
If you lose your mind, can someone else find it and bring it to the lost and found?
I think it's the fashion industry. Luckily, it seems as though designers are slowly making clothes less gender-specific (ie: women wearing pin stripe suits, men wearing tight vinyl hot pants... maybe not-so-luckily, after all... depends on who's wearing it, I guess).
I have one of those shirts, in yellow, I sometimes wear it with an oversized bandana that was actualy a red paisly women's scarf...
Who determins what gender such appearal is intended for?
I am wearing one of those ruffle-y men's dress shirts from the 70s. It is a light chartruse colour.
I'm the fella who was goin' on about "Standing on the shoulders of giants".
"Why are you crying, my child?" asks the queen
A child siting in a dark corner of a room silently crying.
The tears flowing down his cheecks like rents in the landscape.
His eyes trying to blink away all the pain he has felt.
I was lost but now am found...Difted cross valleys and plains, like a leaf now, I settle upon a drip pool, dark with thought. Tyme hath not forgotten Ye friends!
nice to see new Minds as well!
People really should start signing their names at the end of their messages. I get confused about who's saying what.
Yeah, she had the toe cut off when she became really famous. If you look at some of her early pictures, you'll see the 6th toe.
BTW; I guess I was attempting to describe myself....other than just: 23, 6', 145 lbs etc.
A touch pretentious I guess...but I did'nt mean to be.
Cool lil' fact.
There was discusion about feet many messeges earlier. I just wanted to say that Marilyn Monroe had six toes on one of her feet!
I know THAT. I meant what does that have to do with descriptions?
Y'know....."We stand on the shoulders of giants".I think Newton said it (But I'm probobly wrong as per usual).It's the idea that all of these great people preceded us and created, over much time, our civilisation and what we percieve to be our world.We, in the present (Or Newton's present, or whenever), "Stand" on the shoulders of these great people, these "giants"....we can build on what they acomplished...take things to a new step...see farther.
what's that s'pos'd to mean?
Good point Pandora.....I was just saying that , ineed, we do "Stand on the shoulders of Giants".
i don't think it is a good idea to describe or define ourselves.
don't you think that it just kind of seperates us from the big picture, from one another?
if i were to say that i am female, doesn't that set me apart from those who are not?
is this den supposed to look for the differences or the similarities?
I am just "Me"
Me,me,me... Just "Me".
I am where St.Paul meets Socrates.Where Durer meets Mahler.Where Alexander the Graet meets Bishop Absalom.I am the product, however unintentional, of all that preceded me.I am an heir ('Mongst many, many others) to the western tradition.A magical, crptic history......one that is still being written by all of us.
I have also been told I look like: Bob Weir (Of the Grateful Dead), Jim Carrey, an older Corey Feldman, and my Grandfather.
I'm copper and ivory on the outside, and both empty and full on the inside.
It also describes quite accuratly, the week of silence, even the blanket was there.
Actually CZ that one was about me. And I am not that old either, in fact I'm still but in the prime of my life!! But sometimes I feel very old and tired. That post described how I felt earlier this year after a very tramatic event.
Have you been peeking into my darkened room? I'm not that old, just a little confused and sometimes depressed!
And so with dark and age weary, worldly eyes I lay me down. In tattered rags with ruff and wrinkled skin, I huddle in a ball of tired flesh. Icy hands pull the cover over my head and carry me to darkness and beyond...
dreadfull hypnotic vapours pour lazily from deep evil pools of oily blue. The canary has fallen from its' perch. When candles burn like tallow fingers. I will come to you......
Once red, covered nearly all black from gloss black censoring of graffitti, 3 doors blue, new power accessories, Betty Page stickers on the dash, blue seats in front, red in back. two stereos one only works on radio the other only on tape. Ashes on the dusty dry dashboard from burnt inscense. Three "Brittish Bomber" 28 gram playing darts stuck into the headliner, a blacklight to replace the overhead illumination. Crome pioneer wheels with new tires and extended chrome valve stems. A 289 Deamon engine pulling a heavy four doors. Quite ugly with personality to match. Chrome "ovone killers" protruding from the sides, just under the rear doors, ahead of the rear tires, unrestricted exhaust. Spins tires on the expressway at over 55 miles per hour. Top speed is somewhere buried in the dash. But the windsheild is speckled with age and high speed dust.
I believe that if I have a "Developed style", it is something that comes naturaly from my personal manerisms and vocabulary. Often I'm told that it is not to difficult to guess who I am based on the words I chose to use or my maner of speaking.
I should have added a ;-) after that. Do you try and describe yourself - no represent yourself - in the words you type here? Develop a style so you need no description. You could do that like this:
Hey man, how zit going babe - don't worry I already tooted.
I guess people would describe you as a wise guy.
The weather, it is still a bit too cool outside.
What makes you cool?
I am cool.
I knew a guy in High Scholl who stained his long sharp "tallons" black with tanning oils and applied heat and hard clear acrylic. He could slice open a softdrink can and never break a nail. When asked if he was evil he'd reply with a slash, and reply "Ignorance is evil, living is not".
I know a person who paints his nails in primary colors. I love it - it's groovy!
I might, but I haven't gotten around to it lately.
any toe-nail polish?
My feet have high arches and smooth heels and neatly petacured nails. SO HA!
My feet are not disgusting - they are beautifuly weathered like any animal in their natural habitat.
e-Dan (What do yours look like?)
WHY do you WEAR sandals if your FEET are so DISGUISTING?????!!!!!
i look like pamala anderson.
I have a frankenstein toe (the one next to the big toe is taller than the big toe and has a flat head) My left foot is long and has cracks on its heel which, by the way, look exactly like the cracks on the sole of my sandals. There is a good tuft of hair just above my ankle and a small mole centered between my left ankle's two most prominent bumps. More later...
I have brown hair, green eyes, I'm a taurus and I'm too self-critical.