hum a tune, to yourself, breake a beat, listen to your constanfootsteps, and notice its your heart...sharing the feeling of your functioning as not only a specimin alone in a projection but as muchly as leaned and interwoven...insert coma...hear...
the music is all around one and as an accrued point of matter, we can see the ladder...
some, soap box and speak words that are simply congruous samples of same face similes to the words we weild as peace and posi...were all saying the same thing but in billions of different languages...
forget your snn...
Quethesun
ӕnd walk with this
... the balance of inturn when \intern and sun
"ubiquipuzzletouspeaces"
~SSN
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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