The old radio sings
Like it sang last night. The words
Are in my mouth, too.
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Between the grass and the sky, between the wakefulness and dreams.
About
- The Math Wizard
- Latte Plantation, Guam
- Recursive: To describe myself, I must first describe myself.
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August
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- Seventeen syllables, No. 27
- Seventeen syllables, No. 26
- Who really knows what goes on in the mind of a monkey
- It's the start of a new semester
- Seventeen syllables, No. 25
- Seventeen syllables, No. 24
- Seventeen syllables, No. 23
- Seventeen syllables, No. 22
- Seventeen syllables, No. 21
- A whole lot of nothing
- Seventeen syllables, No. 20
- Seventeen syllables, No. 19
- Seventeen syllables, No. 18
- Seventeen syllables, No. 17
- My fate is sealed
- Seventeen syllables, No. 16
- Seventeen syllables, No. 15
- Seventeen syllables, No. 14
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Concept map
- plantation
- haiku
- shiawright
- colleague
- imo
- projects
- stairwell
- music
- sleep
- fffff
- drive
- vestibule
- bohemia
- sunset
- computer
- food
- internet
- collective
- party
- philippines
- video game
- mathematics
- pages
- retreats
- camera
- dream team
- in paradisum
- titanium
- beginning
- cyborg
- law and order
- movie
- background
- language
- lightning
- shellcase
- wilts
- anime
- chess
- party ballroom music
- phoenix
- sickness
- teal tercel
- tshirt
- vog
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