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memories_karma_and_soulstains
habit_stained_genes if i could just always remember to be nice without having to know why i should be, i th(ink en is) kosmic_laundry would get clean.

Habit_Stained_Genes * jeanetically_MODEified_fashion_statementality ... whatever mode you can relate to, just don't get stuck in "fitting in".

DNA "and" backwords
inside out & fuzzy

memeticsensitive 100% moreso than cotton.

naked souls without insisting on clothing an open_mind - fucking_creativity be on d if (carried) point_of_you.


the impact of inversation chatter rings my mem or eyes, letting things be as they are, learning to unlearn... i don't know anything, i jus taught i did once (unt I l earned better).

[a ((t]h [e))nd] of tI'Me certain i WOULDoNoTrade heart for knowledge.

unstained as i dare forgive letting things be as they may, through my own per_mission i dare to see clearly.

througheARTship to the stars.

kick in the habit with my own true feat. breath & balance. going outside off centreason finding the free to play... finding hope their soul ways "away".
071203
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trainspotting bird "we called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit" 071203
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flowerock this is one of my favorites of heartmatte's writings I've seen.

this is something I feel we've talked about over and over and you've said it well here.

learning to unlearn.

though I think I like my soulstains, instead of washing them clean I think I prefer to let them bleed together into a beautiful patchwork of tie_dyed soulbows.

I think this Jason_Webley song goes well with this idea.

*___* = the parts I had in mind.

almost_time_to_go:

"Guess you never really stuck around,
All that long anywhere.
I guess I should have known that you'd skip town.
You always did catch me unawares.

Looking now at your debris,
These trails of paper strewn across the floor,
Towards an open door.

Look at all you've gathered, all you own,
Hold it in your hand,
Does it weigh more than a single feather?
If the things you feel outsmart the things you know,
It's almost time, it's almost time to go.

I don't know if you struggled at the end.
I know at times, you fought like hell.
I know that sleep was never quite your friend.
I hope that now, you're resting well.

Old band names and alma maters,
*A patchwork quilt of people you have been,
Tattooed on your skin.*

Think of people, places you have known,
Sculpted out of sand,
The tide's coming in and we're going nowhere.

Your feet are still in shoes that they've outgrown,
It's almost time, it's almost time.

Think of seed you've scattered, and you've sown,
All out of your hands,
Lost in the wind like a little feather,
*And the things you feel outsmart the things you know.*

It's almost time, it's almost time to go.
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