I am left handed,
but open doors like a white man,
I wont write or title anything about knees-
and reserve the patience of pollen in a beeless world,
I've been advised by light to carry a camera whenevr possible so i
can misspell my insanity...
... so i can burn the abandoned cowboy boots to the collective... someone
somewhere has a compass with a weak magnet
and bare feet...
- critmass nov 25 2008















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--
I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
--
its not too late to become what you were meant to be
wait
wait
...no
--
its not too late to become what you were meant to be
"and i have the patience of pollen in a beeless world"
that's where you got me. great line.
--
mello
i found it on a piece of scrap paper in my desk drawer in my own hand writting but am worried i may have heard it somewhere else and just wrote it down because i liked it
but i think it was my own original idea
i just cant recall its origin
--
its not too late to become what you were meant to be
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