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[zeeworldonacid]

sweetly sipping sinewy somberness from my golden carpet ride in the high tides of mountain mires and mucky spires and steeple bells that ring when the gates of hell open saying hello miss what a fine day it is so sharp the soiree you've stepped into to dance the samba with a black mamba meeting my soul under the pillows and growing old together

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[ms_majestica]

is this your work?
its really intense.
i would love to meet you
bear says a lot of good things
and i trust his judgement
im sure he would love if you could make it to his birthday this april
but its to my understanding you live on the other side of the country...
never the less, i really like this piece...
im a bit of a chaotic writer myself...

(angie)

[zeeworldonacid]

String of consciousness... because consciousness is often stringy.

I'm in New York right now. I saw Bear at the mall last week all dressed like Sandy Claws.

For the record: I tried to go to his birthday party this past year but couldn't get in touch with him.

[ms_majestica]

I believe you. I understand he can be sort of unreachable to people. I dont want anybody to think I'm keeping him held captive! I insist we get together! I think he might have gave you my number, which you can reach him on for the most part all the time. I hear a lot of good things about you, you must be a really good person to have touched him so much. Incase you dont have it, i can send my number again privately on myspace, but we definately need a reunion for Bear, he misses his friends up there a lot, hes always telling me what good times you all had. I am looking forward to meeting you, someday very soon I hope. He said we will have a lot in common.

[zeeworldonacid]

I'd be happy to gather. Transportation isn't reliable these days, though. Give me a time and a place, I will do my best to be there.