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Nov 2014
I'm an idiot...without being
self-deprecating, Socratic, or
sensational--I state this.
My intelligence is Everywhere...
but that very intelligence
refuses vehemently to be
in vogue.
When I hoard the intelligence
which is Everywhere...I
somehow lose it...I become
an idiot.
I'm reminded of what is
effortless...therefore True.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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