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myOtaku.com: Lance Barter


Tuesday, July 19, 2005

   Wow
Man, my summer has gone so fast.
I go back to school in like two weeks and some change.
All I have to show for it is a semi-built house, but honestly, I'd rather have, like, some fun under my belt.
I will next summer I'm sure.
^__^
Man, I was working today, in Keystone, my landscaping job, and I always think when I do it.
I was reminded today of a poem'esque thing I came up with when my friend with fuzzy ears ( reaches through space fold and itches his ears ) ( Yah know, I probably just lost a finger, either to ol fuzzy ears biting it off, or attacking it with a chainsaw ) was chatting with me.
I got all mysterious and said this.

Roots

When a seed grows into a flower, it shoots out roots in all directions.

Those roots grow along with the flower.

Though, when you clip that flower off, and take it away, all that is left are the roots.

The flower, the beutiful object, is gone, leaving only roots, to stay and die.

Kinda a sad thing, but, meaningful at the time.
I was making a lot, I mean A LOT of analogies that day.
Well, it's like late, and people need talking to, and calming down, damn all my pyscho friends.
Later all ya'll
Lance.
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