anarchist

So the trip was great - I was able to go through the mountains. On my travels I saw big horned sheep, took some back roads, saw emerald lakes, and took lots of pictures. Posted some new ones, so go check them out.

Right now, just wrapping up school. A few more essays to write, a few more finals - but still have found some time for some creative things...

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Rusty poles and blown dust on the streets. Half the earth swirled around in clouds, where I took most of it into my mouth with every breathe. My teeth were layered with a nasty gritiness, and everytime I talked a desert fell out - and in those desert, I imagined that camels traversed the landscape, and explorers would die from dehydration.

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To take this breathe - to swear with it,
to fill the mouth with meaningless words.
Insane,
dead and useless stupid.
To fill the mouth,
to spill the words,
to spit them out at sparrows.

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My passive fire - your voice is ill.
Yell.
Destroy my bed,
ignite my stomach in flames.