getting the bottoms of my new socks dirty
crushed leaf baptism, broke them out of their plastic bag
and walked in them towards the street
a different kind of silence
the constant song of the cricket
trying to vibrate with them
attempting to meet their harmony
across campus the clock towering ringing out a nine
o clock warning, high strung motorcycle engine
ripping through gears then sputtering, headlights show me
standing in the driveway, eyes open
but feeling asleep, just muttering
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i am becoming as treelike as possible
So.. whats you think about it?
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your so-called failure as a friend/author is my failure as a friend/publisher.
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trees are cool dudes.
p.s. unfortunately, seems my desire of going to uni in michigan have been tarnished. stupid course requirements need to die. but i shall meet you one day.
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UofM is a terrible place, a great school, but generally a conference of kids who only go there because their parents said so, or their prep school got them in there.
and happiness is more important than prestige, every single damn time. i plan on meeting you as well. -
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agreed upon.
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did the socks have colored stripes?
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solid white.
blank.
tabula rasa, and maybe a sign of the times.
i know what i owe you, and i need to get to it now, but there are deep terrible things pulling me away from lucidity. argh.
sorry if i fail as a friend, i'm trying bud.
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sometimes observations can be really interesting when you are treelike...
i like how you include details in your writing that i wouldn't think of, making me push my reason and think hard if i were there, exactly what i would see and smell and feel...
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