Spark a revolution, with a thought, an idea, a forbidden habit.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Tree of Growth.
Roots of hope and wonder spread and instill their fingers in our souls to leave permanent impressions on those they wrap around. When the wonder has become lost, those imprints will lose the impurity they once held, withering and dying.
If I don't even know much about me, how am I supposed to tell you the interesting tidbits?
I'm a collector of odd things. I don't collect stamps, or coins, or even twist ties. I collect powerful words and small interesting things. I happen upon words that I enjoy, and document them. To enjoy a word, one must hold the word in there mouth, and swirl it around like a fine wine. The word must be able to sustain use, and must catch your eye. The mind must linger on this word. For if it lingers on the word, it will remember the other words around it. Otherwise, I collect things that can be used to make art. Small things that can only be found.
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