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Steve: Well, Insoo is a very good person..

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glare. Distance was blown away.

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through a river’s gliding skin.

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dark in the sun-dazzle floating

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In the wide pathless desert of dim sleep,

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Of starry ice

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Flame to flame and wing to wing

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Stories of the bed of straw

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the Behringer Wasp

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Teeth and a handbag..

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Before the daisies, vermeil rimm'd and white,

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But triumph over nature is dearly paid for.

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the wrath of the mother who wants to keep him from marrying a mortal.

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Feeling is impure and, because undifferentiated, still fused with the unconscious.

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The primordial image is thus a condensation of the living process.

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the primordial image can be conceived as a mnemic deposit.

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Sunday strangeness...

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"Its working, my feet are beginning to dissolve and my knees are getting soft."

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he learns that this peculiar hysterical attack has found imitations.

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The smoked salmon in the dream has not yet been traced.

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dream distortion

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These cannot be reckoned among dreams of dread.

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We are not all architects or hairdressers

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Dreams can be divided into three

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the analysis intrudes upon me inexorably.

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why in the dream it was spinach that was served up.

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they would stretch upon that unyielding frame the hide of a reality which they had previously killed.

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in our earth a flux and reflux not only in the sea.

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They are watery spirits, who bring on cold shivering.

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the bitter flames of his slanderous reports are, by the sharp vinegar of truth, corrected

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Take a magnet, impregnated with mummy, and mixed with rich earth...

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epistemic confidence.

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Caught Stealing..

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chambers, a blurred nameplate on the cream-painted columns.

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Warn them of those illusions compounded on illusions which can assume the guise of reality.

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I am now concerned with the phenomenology of Hinton, with his absolute metaphysical essence.

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Outside, muted by the dark groves of rhododendrons.

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On the right-hand side you will find the most common detours

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On the left-hand side you will find the steps.

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You can avoid this grief and continue to suffer

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Talking, logging hours, and showing up are not enough.

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Why am I not getting better?

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I can act in risky or impulsive ways

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Lungs like stung lemons.

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angel of the crooked wings

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a rhythm in being empty

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Pinned to sky-blue sheets

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such as your desk or bathroom mirror. 

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turning the visible into the invisible

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Discover more than 200 encouraging sayings...

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a little cake–a little ice cream

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On Sabbaffff bridge.

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A phenomenological diagnosis tells us what symptoms the patient has but not what causes them

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I don’t want to wander.

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I feel like you weren’t so helpful in the last session.

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But the desk didn’t do anything to you, did it?

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poured through deep lagoons of sky.

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the sun could not lift him.

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like a shield of silver water.

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a thousand feet of sunlit air.

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Stay calm!

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Midnight seeps from the cracks..

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Locked in crystal caskets are the lakes.

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may your whispers be softer than a leaf of grass,

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Under the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine..

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We're hopeless as the rainbow's raiment to touch..

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Eating a box of tiny animals

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But the hands are nothing more than desire

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soften tongue songbird

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go back to the internet

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The hourglass leaves behind a million lies

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