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Sunday, October 2nd, 2005
hippie albino bluez
it is a cause of chronic distress to me that i should relinquish some wretched monkey's arse about the opinion of others; that i should, without their vocal promptings and pantomimic gesticulations, bind my hands at my side and glue my feet to the snickering soil beneath me in the fear of being deemed the latest cuckoo to have flown over the nest, or to be seen in one of my sporadic moments of exposure as the loneliest loon to have ever uglified this side of the planet -- i love to cuddle trees, literally smother them in my embrace, and i feel like doing it every split second yet unable to do just. wait there's more...
not only do i want to feel a tree's every bark and elaborate wrinkles w/ my corporeal being but it is my unanswered prayer that the powers-that-be should will me to love a tree instead and make that sort of love possible. i know not of anyone who had wanted to reach this kind of intimacy with a tree, maybe such a being as myself exists or has existed but alas i never heard of her/him. it is NOT some kind of demented perversion... it is tantamount to language reaching into silence -- the wordless impulse of quintessential love.
am i making matters worse feeling this way? i'm writhing as i type these very words. i am the biggest coward i ever had the misfortune of getting acquainted with. i have tried to "run off" several times to that "place" where i am free to love who or what i want, only to find my actions ineffective and adversely leading me deeper into the mire of my own difficulties.
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