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Hempgrl's Blurbs
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About me:
The whole of me is an unfurnished room. Filled with breath escaping in gasps to nowhere. I have walked on my walls each night, through strange landscapes in my head. I have brushed my teeth with orange peel, iced with cold blood from the dripping faucets.Bitter raisins drip from my nostrils, while schools of glowing minnows swim from my mouth. The nipples of my breasts are sun-browned. Long forgotten indian tribes fight battles on my chest unaware of the sunken ships rotting in my stomach.My feet are covered with moss from bayous, flowing across my floor. I shall sit on my ceiling.
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Who I'd like to meet:
A master in the art of living /draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both.
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