Tuesday, April 27, 2010

there is only one tree on the moon,

and its where i go to read my books, and eat my lunch, and be or do what ever seems most possible, or impossible, depending on how im feeling that day, or night, depending on the position of the sun, or moon on which i stand, depending on how you look at it, which, it seems, is what it all comes down to really. life is all about perspective, or the lack there of, which is what i was trying to say from the start, but didnt, because im feeling very comma abusive, because they were very unkind to me in highschool, and still are to this day, or night, depending on the position of the sun, or the earth on which you, or i, or who ever is reading this, stands, or sits, or lies, or floats, depending on said persons preference of comfort, or discomfort, depending on there perspective on the matter, which, it seems, matters, or doesnt, depending on itself. like you and like me.

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