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there is a boy sitting to right of me. we've met at least 5 times and, still, we pretend that it has not happened.
my mom got stoned today. 30 year breaker-innner.
what should i say to this crowd of lj readers? what of my current life would you like to know? i can say this much: landing.
i really, really love montana. it's just the beginning. after my return to bozeman after xmas break, i told my friend mark that i felt sure i was on the brink of falling in love with this place. so much has happened since then. i'd rather be no where else at this point in time. i'm hiking more, biking more, listening better, writing clearer. so on. purification. i'm moving from bzn to MiSsOuLa in about two weeks. it'll be a little change, i think. it's still the wild west, just a little bit more like home, my city home, with yellow lights AND northern ones. that's right. my view is better than your view.
i want people to visit me, and it's not just to see you, but for you to experience this place. allow me to introduce you.
the birds swoop more harmoniously.
i have the east in mind still. i want grad school from probably an eastern u.s./new england institution, but i won't get too ahead of myself. sorry to say, i already have ideas for dissertations.
Eye (me) am a tree. above the tree is the blanket of the source of life. around me is a creek or river, and visiting me, passing through or by me, is the wind. the sky is my food, the water my music, the breeze my thoughts. that breeze causes my leaves to fall to the ground and grow more trees.
richie said that he wishes i were a warm forest, wherein people can seek shade and coolness away from the sun.
my mom got stoned today. 30 year breaker-innner.
what should i say to this crowd of lj readers? what of my current life would you like to know? i can say this much: landing.
i really, really love montana. it's just the beginning. after my return to bozeman after xmas break, i told my friend mark that i felt sure i was on the brink of falling in love with this place. so much has happened since then. i'd rather be no where else at this point in time. i'm hiking more, biking more, listening better, writing clearer. so on. purification. i'm moving from bzn to MiSsOuLa in about two weeks. it'll be a little change, i think. it's still the wild west, just a little bit more like home, my city home, with yellow lights AND northern ones. that's right. my view is better than your view.
i want people to visit me, and it's not just to see you, but for you to experience this place. allow me to introduce you.
the birds swoop more harmoniously.
i have the east in mind still. i want grad school from probably an eastern u.s./new england institution, but i won't get too ahead of myself. sorry to say, i already have ideas for dissertations.
Eye (me) am a tree. above the tree is the blanket of the source of life. around me is a creek or river, and visiting me, passing through or by me, is the wind. the sky is my food, the water my music, the breeze my thoughts. that breeze causes my leaves to fall to the ground and grow more trees.
richie said that he wishes i were a warm forest, wherein people can seek shade and coolness away from the sun.