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The Tree Singer

Ahhhh Florida has finally gotten it's first fall breeze. Our little taste of coolness.

I zoom down on my 7-speed. I twist and turn to an empty tree, a few leaves have fallen but not many. I climb and maneuver to the tippy top. I am truly your every day pro-tree climber. It's how you say a...passion. I'm at the top the wind whips through my hair, my pull-over barely warming the chill. But it is nice, invigorating.

One of those feelings when you just don't care, about the consiquinces or what everyone else will think. I jumped on the opportunity to be...spontaneous. So I started, singing, yes creating a musical rhythm with my voice, quite poorly i might add. Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-ti-do escapes from my mouth, yes the classic from "The Sound of Music". I sat there in the tree, the old sturdy structure of the plant, i had found the perfect position to sing my heart out.

The tree grow in the median, road on either side. I swear i saw more cars pass today then i ever had. They all waved and smiled and honked, cheering me on. The surrounding trees my true audience applauding any note hit. They sway back and forth when the tone slows. A wiser oak smiles gently, grandfather tree, approving of this childish act this act of carelessness and...fun. Watching children play is always fun, watching them imagine the irrational, the impossible.

Fall is forever my favorite season. The earthy colors and light cool breeze is vivacious (I've been wanting to use that word). It's Halloween season and thanking season and my birthday season. No wonder i love it , I was born with it.

Hell on Earth

"Hello?" Avalene called into the darkness. She waited, no one answered, and she knew no one would call back. All was gone, she was the only one left. The scars of our past have finally destroyed our future into a crumblig pile of nothingness, the blankness of a broken television. These are the crumbles of brick I walk upon. The present is the absense of place...placelessness. We are no longer different nor the same, just a mesh of everything, good and bad, for now we have no sense of the words......and nothing, to form this empty waste. It's just dark and black as if we have been evaporated in a vortex; it stretches to the end of time, as far as the eye can see, it is a pigmentless terrian of flat. No color or light, a dirty abyss shall await Avalene for every awakened slumber. No sense of time or imagination, your non-exsistance can never escape. For Avalene is merely another lost soul, no body or mind.....melting and reforming and evaporating into this constant cycle of hell. But if no one can pry their closed eyes, shunning exsistance to wittness...is it occuring?

The Doors

Jim Morrison:
-acid head
-poet
-awesome person, so
awesome he's can't be considered human and is here from another planet.
You can't get much awesomer.
He is officailly my new favoritest person in the whole world, my idol, my hero.
"Lets swim to the moon"{-Jim Morrison} and walk among the people who believe. Lets live and laugh and love and watch as the world goes round. Lets enter a trance, a state of absolute being. I'll take a trip with you Jim Morrison and never come back.

I just finished watching they're movie, The doors, directed by, Oliver Stone, I had to mention him (the man is completly and fully a genius in disguise). It was i must say the best movie i have seen in awhile. Oliver, i swear got me high just watching the movie. The movie was so tragic, no the reality is so tragic......Jim dies. *tear*.
But Jim Morrison is an absolute mad man, i love him like that. His poetry is so true in the most uncomprehensive way. He just meshes words around and together in to pure music and sound and realness.

"The end" is my favorite song/poem/wordmesh Jim has invented. Read it and you'll see my muse.

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
Ill never look into your eyes...again

Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...strangers hand
In a...desperate land

Lost in a roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah

Theres danger on the edge of town
Ride the kings highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby

Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...hes old, and his skin is cold

The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and well do the rest

The blue bus is callin us
The blue bus is callin us
Driver, where you taken us

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...i want to...fuck you

Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
Cmon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin a blue rock
Cmon, yeah

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end

It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die

This is the end

Woodstock

Ahhhh......and all of its hippie wonderful wonderfulness. A peace, love, and music fest of true realness. 1969, a year for revolt and parades and pot. They dance and sing and fight......why oh why must they have been so rowty at the festival that they had to never do it again. Oh Greatful dead and Jefferson Airplane (they weren't starship yet!) and The Who...classics. I think I was born in the wrong time period. I wanna be in your generation Roger Daltrey! Official new favorite Quote:
Peace, Love and Crabs
I have a t-shirt that says it.

Dreaming about the blahhhness of the people all meshed together, now built in one. So close thier souls morphed to one super infinate being, listening to the sounds of pure earth and America and life.

Woodstock Rocks and thats it.

help? anyone? am i nelglecting this?

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Please & Thankyou! -Catherine