If I’d lived my life by what others were thinkin’, the heart inside me would’ve died
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
Someone had to reach for the risin’ star, I guess it was up to me
"Up to Me" by Bob Dylan)
Friday, October 13, 2006
Octobral Weed
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This stroke of the sage artist comingles peak bloomage with optimal vegitative photosynthesis as "syncro-ecology" and diversion of nutrients to the fruit. amidst the drab field it particulaizes the nonduality of unlike scale paleosychro-ecology of environment-peturbation-new stasis of biome members.
2 comments:
This stroke of the sage artist comingles peak bloomage with optimal vegitative photosynthesis as "syncro-ecology" and diversion of nutrients to the fruit. amidst the drab field it particulaizes the nonduality of unlike scale paleosychro-ecology of environment-peturbation-new stasis of biome members.
This is excellently stated!
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