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kyla Think about it, man. All philosophy defensive? All creativity insolent?





Oh well.






I like my jolly rock, tho...
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kyla I'm funny when no one's listening.

Like, you know, the tree that falls in the forest.

Damned trees.
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also kyla And, what's with words not showing up after you've blathed on them once?

I bet that has something to do with the trees, too.
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kyla I'm still bummed about "telepiphony". And the Cartesian bit, you know? "Assert themselves into existence". Too obvious? Or too subtle? 011120
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kylaa This if for continuity. 011120
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silentbob i have it profoundly for your everything 011121
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misstree i like to tell myself...

i like to tell myself that no one's listening,
that this is all written for
no one
no where,
but deep down indside,
maybe...
it would be nice...


(and quit damning the trees, folks, ya'll will seal my descent to hell ;)
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kylalala You know, "Madness! Madness! . . . Madness!"

Bridge on the River Kwai
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chanaka this is the appreication
of a woman so strong, she hurts her ceiling fan by just looking at it,
and the stars cringe when she raises a fist to the sky.
where have you strode to, my friend?
what prize have you taken today?
there are numberless men to be derided, scores of jobs to be taken and lost, and that perfect ripe apartment.
won't you share your experiences with me again?
you know that i learned more from you than i ever did stumbling around on my own, than i ever could in years of faithful practice.
let me see your granite in every keystroke,
let me once again enjoy the sparkle of your company.
i miss knowing that you and i are looking at the same screenshot in time.
compared to you, i am the fragile mold spores hovering above the sink.
show me the way.
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hey now! i appreciate all blather freaks 011210
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pralines&cream I appreciate all of you. There is nothing in or on or about you I take for granted. I hope you know that. I appreciate your appreciation, too. 020110
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jinx Thank you. 020524
what's it to you?
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