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Monday, August 30, 2010

myceliae

life is a space.










in life we grow out in to that space
we don't pick where we'll grow
or where we'll not grow.

people who subscribe to that
will lose some part of themselves.
large or small.




far from being spooky or eerie
to me, NIN GHOSTS

sounds
like rain and



mud in the rivers

and light glinting off of leaves

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