Monday, June 9, 2008

Green is nice to me when i am Blue

etirnity layed an egg like me , with dirty fingernails and long hair , gave me fears and too much good times not enough rain and then when the guitar weeps and jimi calls upon the wind, and Alice still dreams on some sunny afternoon , as we flow , in rivers of I's. I am I, but you are I also , and so is everybody else, we are all little I AMs , like islands stamped by genetic codes, cradled by oceans, and the stars.

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