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Buckthorn, as a med we ate to ease a belly ache, cascara sacrada, relaxative peristalsis pro-vocatuer, speaker to the gut beyond first taste, you spew buckthorn berry purge, my gut for goodnessake swallow whole, don't ever ruminate and appear not to know in sacred cow stupid-blissity, duhll, un honed to an honest cutting edge, behind a persistent point piercing, insisting on forming, con forming me, the ego in main-mode, re maining reasonable in face of facts, leaked: liars prosper. Good enough. Now, betting begins. Will, mine or thine, one is free, the other is me, a mind in a word world with vectoring paths into any ever we image, conversation, forms of words filled with saliency, line after line, salutory aspirations to rise above the fray, someday, to see, -- the lie exposed is the truth. So simple a five year old knows when she's caught.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
An ocean of Ceanothus, blooming in the hills
Buckthorn, as a med we ate to ease a belly ache, cascara sacrada, relaxative peristalsis pro-vocatuer, speaker to the gut beyond first taste, you spew buckthorn berry purge, my gut for goodnessake swallow whole, don't ever ruminate and appear not to know in sacred cow stupid-blissity, duhll, un honed to an honest cutting edge, behind a persistent point piercing, insisting on forming, con forming me, the ego in main-mode, re maining reasonable in face of facts, leaked: liars prosper. Good enough. Now, betting begins. Will, mine or thine, one is free, the other is me, a mind in a word world with vectoring paths into any ever we image, conversation, forms of words filled with saliency, line after line, salutory aspirations to rise above the fray, someday, to see, -- the lie exposed is the truth. So simple a five year old knows when she's caught.
Willow bark tea and chamomile make me smile at what my grandaughter imagines knowing after a walk with me, in my dottage, in the purple phase of spring.
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 12:33 PM UTC
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