does life the future feed;
with the sudden urge to breed?
Me, my hands are working hard
A bundle on my back would only burden
i don't mind the extra lives
That caring others carry.
i am one of all;
Those i knew,
Those i knnow,
Those i have yet to know,
Those i will never know.
It is hard yet needed
To connect to those
Who for you have no name
Or have yet to be named.
They shape changes just as you do.
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the ideas and images on this page are here for your enjoyment
if you copy any of this and call it your own,
i will consider myself having joined the ranks of Picasso and Matisse,
who had to deal with replica-making and selling charlatans
make your own instead
if you copy any of this and call it your own,
i will consider myself having joined the ranks of Picasso and Matisse,
who had to deal with replica-making and selling charlatans
make your own instead
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