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so lately i've been thinking thoughts that do not include concrete linguistics,, but i can interpret and decipher them so i guess that makes them tolerable. right. and i was jumping over streams and climbing over fallen trees today. i was shown this haiku.. it snuggly fit the suit of my day..i thought i'd share it with the class.
'the nature continues
the growth and decline of life
without calendars'
i think i want to get that in my skin-pour quoi?--ever since i read it, it just scrolls through me relentless nude truth-making a cozy nest which grants me the feeling that everything conceives and relieves. everlasting gobstopper.
i talked of writing with someone tonight for an hour+, between this conversation language came up, music, books, pianos, jazz-musical instruments of variety, other branches.. talking of writing almost has the same buzz that the art itself has on me. its nice to talk to a writer extensively on subject, i should have writen down certain lines-'quote-ables'. although it seems like im usually babbling-and sometimes i do,, its only because you have no idea of a degree unto how interpretation should be taken.. because you're not me. or you were not there or i did not speak of it with you, have not experienced it, ect.
thats alright. I forgive you.
....(blank space)
i can, and do make my own language through a preset language.
it is because of this that my blood stays warm and my heart still throws itself lustfully against the cavities of its boned cage.
p.s.-the 6 hours hike today was fangazmic and beautiful..i wish i had photographed all of it.
'the nature continues
the growth and decline of life
without calendars'
i think i want to get that in my skin-pour quoi?--ever since i read it, it just scrolls through me relentless nude truth-making a cozy nest which grants me the feeling that everything conceives and relieves. everlasting gobstopper.
i talked of writing with someone tonight for an hour+, between this conversation language came up, music, books, pianos, jazz-musical instruments of variety, other branches.. talking of writing almost has the same buzz that the art itself has on me. its nice to talk to a writer extensively on subject, i should have writen down certain lines-'quote-ables'. although it seems like im usually babbling-and sometimes i do,, its only because you have no idea of a degree unto how interpretation should be taken.. because you're not me. or you were not there or i did not speak of it with you, have not experienced it, ect.
thats alright. I forgive you.
....(blank space)
i can, and do make my own language through a preset language.
it is because of this that my blood stays warm and my heart still throws itself lustfully against the cavities of its boned cage.
p.s.-the 6 hours hike today was fangazmic and beautiful..i wish i had photographed all of it.