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you_can_find_me_if_you_want_me_in_the_garden
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sabbie and blixa crooning
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unless its pouring down with rain
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020615
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farmfish
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blixa? sab...i need to know these things.
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sabbie
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blixa bargeld, who is the lead singer from einsturzende_neubauten which is where the above quote comes from. he also be one of the gutarists in nick cave and the bad seeds, and he has long been one of the charaters in my ever evolving mythology. and someone named our car after him. hense blixie. here at sabbieHQ we have a big ol' soft spot for mr bargeld
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farmfish
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hey sab, you should see thee corkscrew willow tree i planted today. whacha got new?
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020615
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kerry
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i would be in the garden even if it was raining. i would be catching raindrops off my tongue.
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020615
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no reason
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and you can greet me sometimes in the moonshine.
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Joana.
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The_garden
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020615
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sabbie
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.:curtsises right to the ground:. oh squidillious farmfish, the answers you seek lie here: garden_of_the_mind kisses.
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020616
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Mahayana
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[what to do when the lights go on]
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020616
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daxle
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I'll be rolling around in the herbs loving the smells. I'll be checking which flowers have opened today. I'll be looking for who got chewed up by pests. I'll be seeing who has enough water and who might need to be moved. I'll get a prenatural sense of how the plants are feeling, showing that I believe in the magic that underlies science.
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god
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i'll be under the balsa wood tree, drinking guinness and growing teats
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020622
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x
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ohhh... i need a garden. what little i've planted here won't thrive. no sun. no warmth. i can't help but reflect on myself.
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030204
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birdmad
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i know of a house where i once lived that has no lack of sun or warmth but is at the moment lacking a garden. i might move back there again, back to my_old_house, i might do like i once planned and turn the whole back yard into a garden from the door to the gate with only a few paving stones to line the way across but even if i grew every flower this climate will sustain, it would still be lacking a certain presence
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030205
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madrugada
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roses?
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030205
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sabbie
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even better - rusty metal and bone shards. trits and trinkets and trash. mmmmm.... trash
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030205
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devalis
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between the sweet peas and the strawberries, or maybe in feeding the grapes to the chickens.
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030205
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Miss you Adam...
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...But, you just aren't trying hard enough to find me. Or you just don't care. I don't know which I feel either. *sigh* We should collaborate and explore all of our possibilities. At least we can be alone together in the garden, so we can be honest this time. It IS spring now, you know.
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030321
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Lorge Buis Jorges
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depending on which "me" we pause after... oh nevermind
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030321
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a wingedSerpent in a familiar fruit tree
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in the_hanging_garden
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030322
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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