because we choose to.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
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things happen up in the tree.
strange imaginings, that's what they all are. thoughts of a lunatic, half afloat, half asleep. think of them as stories, take them for real, it doesn't matter. what's the difference anyway? will they provoke thoughts as insane, as far-fetched--as true to what one engages with in the everyday? who knows, maybe i'm not as crazy as i think, afterall.