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  We are trying. As the fish do try to grow. To find a new path after so many forks in the road.  With a spoonful of sugar upon my sweetly satisfied tongue.  With a knife cutting dust that i may breath into my lungs.  As the tide turns over, as the wave breaks my fall.  We collaborate and wonder what it takes to feed our souls.  

       Despite our different pace, different path, different face we share a mutual laugh.

  We are trying. As the net does wish to throw. To find a steady path after so many come and go.  With a top of the world as my only home.  With a shark getting food from my unclean bones.  As the wheel rolls over, as the glass breaks my fall.  We collaborate and wonder what it takes to feed our souls.

       Despite our different pace, different math, different face we share a mutual laugh.

  We are trying.  As the rivers keep their flow.  We've found a steady path and now our worry is below.  With the taste of tomorrow in the head of the arrow.  With my target defined I release my bow.  As the heat moves up, as the warmth breaks my fall.  We collaborate and wonder what it takes to feed our souls.

       Despite our different pace, different craft, different face we share a mutual laugh.

this belief./.^^

this belief that i am incompatible with those opposing puzzle pieces, beyond a physical stand point. It is outrageous. I have always been capable, my mind is not any lesser than.  I must shun this fear from my eyes, and shine the love of her light into my life.  Those beams and rays of invisible taste i aim to savor.  To tell myself is not enough, to act upon is all i intend, no need for words, for they are simply whispers to my actions.  have i stopped my growth? not completely.  not completely.

passaporte

in my dream. i took a trip to amsterdam. though i barely made it there, through a tense relay between two computers and much needed miscellaneous information. in an alien sprung terminal my friend, daniel pryor and i finally made it to the european sweet lava. when i arrived i realized i forgot my passport and could not return home this disturbed me into awaking. now that i am conscious am i still in amsterdam?

mad urr,

we are matter, we matter. i am matter, i matter.  you are matter, you matter.

what the hell do i know of freedom, i take what is dreamt and sharpie it in, color outside the lines and expect great beauty.  decided to forget the information i knew, did i ever know it at all?  as far as i could throw a stone, my lifetime.  reality.  can't help fighting myself.  can't get a ring of the bell wont get my time in the corner, this fight is one round only.  i am a mystery to myself you are my clues, consequence the detective,judge and jury.

friedum

what is it about this form of freedom that pushes me to give my freedom away? (via acts of benevolence) laws, third world, environment, nature, self?

hmmmm g45ht09

have i been without friends for so long under the company of my own subconscious to be mislead by miscellaneous fear.  now i can feel the will to go to a random bar and know someone new. it feels good.  have i forgotten my friends behind the wall of my own subconsciousness.  now i can feel the will to go to a miscellaneous bar and know someone new. maybe its been there hidden beneath the resin and shells. (coral and fur)  i am sure of one thing my laughter is a decrescendo only meant to rise before i finally fall.

my life

the search for bigger smiles