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I once knew an individual named X. This person was by far the coolest of cool. In the morning the person would wake to the tree of love posted where the sun strikes it just right. Little berries of green would be picked for the morning process of fluxuation and adjustmant for the new day cometh that is to be filled with endless golf, burgers, fries, hotdog's, the occasional nap, and good friends all playing well. Then home for a nap the individual would go. Sometimes we would all go over and enjoy the preponderance of education made available right there in those cereal bowls. Other times, we would not and every exchange was memorable. Wherever she is now I am certain she has a large group of friends who love her so. My goodness, isn't the world just filled with wonderul, gentle, and caring people?

smoke, mud and smiles

No sleep makes one shakey and cry on the inside. I have this friend who, in general conversation with ANYBODY, can manage to give them a descriptive truth about where they came from, why they do what they do, and most importantly, the inner turmoils they have and have been carying along with them for most of their lives. It is truely something to behold. He is the kind of guy who lays it out for you in a way most of us cannot process without some pondering. The anger has to be let out on someone or something before any newness can even be inspected. Or it can be buries with all the other truths we only bring up in times that seem appropriate. Then again, what the fuck is being appropriate? lol