and I would like to look like a tree with a lot of words instead of leaves. I haven't been very sucessful yet but every metamorphosis takes some time.
 
my favourite words

dirigible
insurmountable
abacus
disencrembulated
tightrope walker
unctuous liver
co-god
tantalize


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babblebab
is a either a tree or a blog

A Door
here enter the real world
Meaning and other marginalia
 

 
Some say that to live without the distinction between dreams and reality is impossible. If you lose dreams, you lose reality too.
Who cares?
Reality, dream...same thing.
It would only worry me, if I knew that it was never possible for a tree to move its top down to its roots and twist dextrously so that it creates a loop and finally a knot on itself. I saw a forest in Real Dreamland where all trees were knotted like this and I couldn’t shake off a strange feeling that that they wanted to remember something or maybe just not to forget.

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