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sometimes i feel like a part of a whole, or if not a part of a "whole," at least a part of "something," whatever that "something" may be.
when talking to the citizens of this planet about the issues that really do haunt me breath in and breath out, i'm realer than i've been in awhile; that feeling is more tangible than all the heartache and confusion that's plagued my life for this past year or so. i feel so real when working with this organization i really believe in. it's like the lover i've been looking for all my life, the one i know exists in ivan even though he's lost it lately somehow; i give my entire summer, my entire soul to keep The Movement alive and it keeps me alive, so very alive.
i love the sounds of town pulsating and vibrating down the hill from me, knowing that i don't need them, i don't need any drunken words and/or lies because they reverberate with politicians' vomit...
the only word that can explain all of this might be "synergy."
i love how i left a perfectly good time tonight to hang mirrors in my haunted little room and to listen to this beautiful beautiful grateful dead sound, to fall asleep next to my stuffed lobster in someone else's neil young shirt, okay and alright for at least tonight.
i really do feel like i'm a part of something, and it's gonna be fucking explosive. you'll see.
when talking to the citizens of this planet about the issues that really do haunt me breath in and breath out, i'm realer than i've been in awhile; that feeling is more tangible than all the heartache and confusion that's plagued my life for this past year or so. i feel so real when working with this organization i really believe in. it's like the lover i've been looking for all my life, the one i know exists in ivan even though he's lost it lately somehow; i give my entire summer, my entire soul to keep The Movement alive and it keeps me alive, so very alive.
i love the sounds of town pulsating and vibrating down the hill from me, knowing that i don't need them, i don't need any drunken words and/or lies because they reverberate with politicians' vomit...
the only word that can explain all of this might be "synergy."
i love how i left a perfectly good time tonight to hang mirrors in my haunted little room and to listen to this beautiful beautiful grateful dead sound, to fall asleep next to my stuffed lobster in someone else's neil young shirt, okay and alright for at least tonight.
i really do feel like i'm a part of something, and it's gonna be fucking explosive. you'll see.