Biography
Artist, philosopher, health coach, cat lover, hippie.
Samples
A bunch of ants on a ball. some taller, some small. Some strong some weak, some loud some meek Do any take the time to think: From far away they're relatively Same No one more important No one more lame They fight and quarrel For the first wreath of laurel Diseased with a lie: Unworthy they will die. Just a system to slave Work awaiting a grave. They build up the towers For the next bloom of flowers And keep the ball rolling So the best can keep going. But the ants with eyes to see Their acceptance are made free No matter where they crawl Worthy to be on this ball.
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