Transforming from the casual chatter to the serious reflectionist. From a wholesome observer to the skeptic reductionist. Commuting while sitting and dining while walking!
Imagine: students with notebooks in which class notes expand from the front to the back and their poetry in the reverse order. At the end of each semester their class notes encounter their poetry to proclaim the advent of a liberated civilization!
I grew strawberries in my backyard. I climbed fig trees and watched the metamorphosis of bland to delicious to rancid. I fertilized tangerine trees and harvested the first autumn orange debut.
Now I do not have a backyard. My share of life is a room with no window kin to nature. Now my share is a glass window which permeates under the bombardment of downtown images, a window that saps the city from its life before projecting its image into my retina.
I grew strawberries in my backyard. I climbed fig trees and watched the metamorphosis of bland to delicious to rancid. I fertilized tangerine trees and harvested the first autumn orange debut. Now my share is a glass window that saps the city from its life before projecting its images onto my retina. Transforming from a casual chatter to a serious reflectionist. From a wholesome observer to a skeptic reductionist. Commuting while sitting and dining while walking! I imagine students with notebooks in which class notes expand from the front to the back and their poetry in the reverse order. At the end of each semester their class notes encounter their poetry to proclaim the advent of a liberated civilization!
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idiotarod
I grew strawberries in my backyard. I climbed fig trees and watched the metamorphosis of bland to delicious to rancid. I fertilized tangerine trees and harvested the first autumn orange debut.
Now I do not have a backyard. My share of life is a room with no window kin to nature. Now my share is a glass window which permeates under the bombardment of downtown images, a window that saps the city from its life before projecting its image into my retina.
I grew strawberries in my backyard. I climbed fig trees and watched the metamorphosis of bland to delicious to rancid. I fertilized tangerine trees and harvested the first autumn orange debut. Now my share is a glass window that saps the city from its life before projecting its images onto my retina.
Transforming from a casual chatter to a serious reflectionist. From a wholesome observer to a skeptic reductionist. Commuting while sitting and dining while walking!
I imagine students with notebooks in which class notes expand from the front to the back and their poetry in the reverse order. At the end of each semester their class notes encounter their poetry to proclaim the advent of a liberated civilization!
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