Woah, this was supposed to be private. I sometimes post things to livejournal instead of finding a way to back up word docs. It was an assignment for class, but I guess if the words are pretty I'll leave it here.
Why thanks. Our assignment was to pick out an excerpt from Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself" and basically just write something either about it, or how it made you feel or how it tickled your insides and made you blush, or even made you angry. Basically just a free write. I forgot about the assignment and ended up writing this in class, then taking a "bathroom break" during the last 20 minutes to run over to the OC and type and print this. I came back just as class was leaving, pulled this out from under my shirt, turned around as was like "is there still time to turn this in?". I'm pathetic and also amazing with my ninja skillz.
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Praise Omatar
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Matt = love
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So I do, and to my surprise I stumbled up on your post! Quite lovely to read, and quite thought-provoking. What is it from/related to?
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