Monday, April 13, 2009

nothing but some underbrush

Perhaps my hesitation or at times rejection of classification stems directly from how I want to be perceived. I imagine fitting in is a comfort, a place to believe: I vigorously insist on modifying this term for it’s counterpart; placation. A soother of sorts, knowing what type of person you are: A smother it can also be. I am not a number I am a human being . . I am all for the anomaly. I am for the wonder of complex minute systems that have their integral role and drum to the beat of a sometimes very quiet drummer: One that makes it necessary to stop and listen hard.

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