sometimes i feel like i don't remember the jungle. other times i feel like i need to remember the jungle. its like i don't know my roots. but before i realized i even had roots, before i had the concept of them, i had to realize my similarites with those before me. i liken the feeling of needing to know my roots better like losing feeling in your feet.
it wasn't a problem until it was felt it for the first time. then it was a sudden alarming decision, made hastily and easily by a determined activism promising a renewed relationship with your past.
and if your past, your roots, is an ocean, then your kin are the port you leave from.
i guess. i just want a large, good income while im stuck here on this planet with all you good people immersed in multitudes of assholes.
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sometimes its branches before roots.
i have problems finishing things, largely influenced by my lack of focus. i've got to do something about this.
i also want to learn sign language. blew that one.
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Branches before roots, ports before boats
Eli!!! My internet's finally back up! Hazaah! I greatly appreciate the segue you've given me here. As your "semi-kin", I am one of the ports you left from, and as said port, I will be drifting by you soon. (Hopefully, I will be posting on my blog, giving more details).
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