how rad would it be if when we spoke, colors came out instead of words.blogs are public.
pubic.
that scares me a little
the need for that thing.
thing!
buzzing bees in harmony
desert is choking
ocean is full
-floating
floating seriously rules, guys and gals.
i want to hold hands and float. i want to float like root and beer.
i want to lay inside of the boat, i want to listen and hear
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what if we could do that for a long time?
i remember thinking things were not scary at all
everything was possible
it you thought about it enough it would happen
now i believe it!
but it's scary.
some people are made out of fear. or it comes to them in bursts. but then i showed them how to dive in, and in that, i learned about the difference between desire and sex. the difference between wanting vs owning. the constant state of wonder. wonderment. everything is new.
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hei,
i hope we'll meet, i keep you updated
if you get a moment, on a plane, in a van, on a train, or perhaps even in a boat... could you draw me this boat to lay in? with the volcano and all that... i'll send you some words/colors.
up north now in trees, with strings and keys, new words/colors, birds and bees. rivers to float, same clear water, no small boats. ballcanos not volcanos, just cerveza and bros. miss ya simone.
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