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Saturday, August 13, 2011

...Ellipsis

Setting up systems is the key to the city. The city lives inside the forest street. The forest street was named after a tall cedar Jumping Jack. There is a universe-city inside each hula hoop which is inside the tree but only the ants walk it when they make it past the wood peckers beak to see what is inside the caves which are miniature compared to you and I but we scale down easy because our brains are big and our minds work well to concept that. Are you still with me here? We run on sentences because we footnote pathways. Tree fort was a team work at its ellipsis when our continuations our entire continents fell in love with her eyes like the domino effect. No mater where I start writing I can always make it to this light house which resembles the tree where the hula hoops swing circling their center which resembles the beam. A lantern which is searching for ants because when you scale them up they are work horses with houses living inside each hour, tough enough to gallup stripe patterns across the peppermint factory and we all wanted to be that kinetic with our wonder bar mile marks. We all needed that push at one point. That push was key...

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