I am not a vain individual but some days ago I realized that the vanity I do posses is intimately tied to the things that feed my spirit most: my Art or how well I climb a fucking rock, etc. I've come to understand however that in order to reap the full benefits of my practices I must find a way to seperate the vanity from them or suffer the bug that slowly eats away at me from the inside out.

Juggling pinches and slopers and crimps and contemplaiting deadpoints or dynos to jugs or pockets or shelves will quickly turn one's attention from the ground one is standing on though that, at times, be thin as a dime at times and to the conventional bi-ped it is quite quite forgetable.

I have recently joined this thing called Evolver.net.

I'm in the need to see through someone else's eyes. So who out there will exchange theirs with mine? ....Only time will say.
he slouches back, relieving the strain on his vetebrae...or is it vertebrea?
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