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( not hungry for garbage. )

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everyone should be friends and live by golden rules


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even most rebellious individuals tend to limit themselves to a quite popular vision of the world, a novel hairstyle, piercings, unique clothing style, and they hold steadfast to their styles, their beliefs, possessing yet another item that we cannot actually hold onto. another set of values that do not matter, that do not radiate into our ( Read more... )

we rewinded. sat eating dried bananas watching the sun sink into the sea on that side of the earth for the last time, saw it rise out of the sea in san francisco and saw it set again as we arrived in new york. i have missed squirrels more than i could imagine and familiar trees and forest. we got scammed twice and so we felt it was time to depart. ( Read more... )

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merry nothing america. for christmas your president took away the last chunk of pristine forest in our country for logging purposes. strategic sheep purposes.

( so we leave. )

above the ropes and rigors on soil, beneath
the upper mantle of bricklain sky, night
unfurls her cajun mane, relaxing star
knotted hairs. windy crimson fingertips stroke dark
the ashen slope of twilight. along her drooping spine
the gaping ivory sinkhole, which we fall into.