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i always get like that in storms, you know
you thought it was stoic, maybe, it's more like a tree

my friends, they sing, you know, maybe like birds i keep them on my arms, branching
but where is the tree when you need shade or twigs for your nest

i must be selfish, all wrapped up in convenience of position, contrivance of ontological process
it's not really compassion if you don't conclude, or someth

conjecture

i have a good amount of spindle, i think

i keep a thread with me, it's true, that's just a statement

i dont know what colors are but i saw a flash on my eyes that was yellow and pinkred and the imprints of the leaves were on the imprints of my nerves and it was in the way of mutual imprinting or what have you

anything you want, you got it

i saw an old friend today

we talked about art, and what it means to be a human being, and ontology, and lsd

i met some new friends today

sometimes i wonder how i am already dead

i like the quiet resonances, *, the ones where the delimiters are arguable and token

jest but not really

it's weird how you're just doing nothing and then suddenly you're writing a book or something

scholarly as hell

professor grade my papers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mellified_man tyler in 200 years

i don't know which ghosts are more frightening