you know i was just thinking how cool it is that stuff grows. the hair on my head is growing. where is it coming from? it's my private lawn upon which the birds may perch. it's funny that leaves grow on trees like some strange fur coat. and the grass. that shit's cool. i run. i fall. concrete hurts. grass says, "come here, baby, let me hold you." grass is nice. it grows. no one asks it to grow though, huh? you know what's weird to think about...our bones growing. it's like, wow, bones. i dig bones. sometimes i see people's skeletons under their skin as they're walking along on their way to the dentist. and the music. the music makes my bones get up and boogie! and it's neat, cause even the music grows. any saves the day fan can watch the music grow from year to year as if watching the leaves change while the seasons revolve. i like the music growing. it's funny how i don't direct it but act more as a gentle observer as it twists this way and then oddly that way. it's fun! and it too is growing. like a vine up and around a big fat jungle tree. jungle boogie! i hope to swing from the vine as long as i live. till my growing gives out. so, it's cold where i am. you?

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