mantra

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

- friedrich nietzsche

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i have been 'island-ed' - i'm planning to coin that term. i am all alone, by my own surrounded by vast nothingness. of course, my actions led me to such social state, but i seemed unfazed by that.

i feel like singing bali'hai, while swaying my grass-skirt adorned hips like the gentle rolling of the tropical ocean waves. oh, i can assure you, some people might find me as paradise. "...my head sticking out from a low lying cloud...you'll hear me call you sweet and clear as can be...come to me, here am i..."

posted by frau frump.

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