For the blue air
I contort to the side
I writhe to the sky
I grasp with my branches
I gasp with my leaves
In a straight up forest
I'm crooked and mean
This twisted old tree
I've put roots down here
Where no one's like me
thoroughly from San Antonio, Texas -- began reading in 1988/89 -- began writing in 1990/91 -- currently studying bureaumancy (public administrstion) at the University of Texas San Antonio Graduate School --
interests and hobbies include: cooking, drawing, gardening, cycling, jogging, music, music theory, meditation, physics, neurobiology, neuropsychology, psychology, neurobiology of disease, virology, anatomy and physiology, economics, organizational theory, communication theory, metatheories, ontology, history, math, criminal justice, epistemology, and so on.
Other things:
When I look at skylines, I see sine waves. When I smell food, I taste music. When I touch objects, I feel energy. When I listen to birds, I hear code.
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