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absent

some more great thought thinking language

becoming camel again

loading up

before turning into lion to tear apart

and then back

to that mystical gooey eyed

chid (thank you Nietzsche)

yes that is

my favourite

the child

I am not a camel

I am a child

always

Absent

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Mindy said…
Hey Marcus I don't know if you remember me or not. My name is Mindy. I used to live across the street from you and your family in Las Vegas. I came across your blog from Shantells. I wanted to say Hi and see how you are doing. It has been such a long time. my e-mail address is minphelps@hotmail.com if you want to respond. I'd love to hear from you.

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