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Come and fly with me, Through ideas and entropy
Let's make something great
Some loving, some hating,
All with something on their plate
Make your voice heard through the voice of your peers
This wiki is edited collectively, hear?

So show us what you've got,
Tek'ni-val On-Ta-Rio:
Release your perspective to the great collective flow
Create something new, originally from you
and through peer review, it becomes different and true
We're all in the same dream, dreaming each other into being
So look around and jump,
you might surprise yourself through seeing.

Drink up baby. Your elements lost on the image of burning lights, a never ending dirt path, bringing together the illussions of your mind, music dripping down your pours as your body melts in sweat, Drink up Baby. let it pour, trickling down your throat, like new found water lost in the desert, Drink up Baby, drenched in aspirations and pounding excitement, Lazor beams flying through the sky, Cast. running through the levels of expression, We call dance. Drink up baby. twirling under the nights sky, that soon will bring the suns imbrace, and face lifes intensity, Drink up baby. through the twinkle of your eye, glide. and find, its true beauty, Drink up baby. taste every sensation and temptation, this world has to offer. Drink up baby. and savour every drop

faith for the mad ones.

barefoot blades of grass dance
free of their knee-high catholicism
a religion built on guilt
but it’s hot as hell out there anyways
on the upswing of mania
circular in a motion of asphixia
but the blank begs a name
thank _____ for
[you, and you, .....and you]
this s p a c e to breathe in
the air is heavy under
the ill manufactured humidity
global warming is on the adgenda
under: the freedom of blame
over: accessories to match your everything
clutter is the strangler
boston just provided a face
thankless in our modernity
thank-you cards a forgotten form
of script
reading scripture with
original sinned hands
[there is this guilt again]
allergic to the dust-covered flesh
that didn’t move enough
as the 21 expectations stated
upon the high bars
while there are drunk middle-aged
guppy fish swimming in debts
of beyond means with
women ordering face lifts
on their ex husbands credit cards
while the feminists
hip-check the hand trying to hold the
door to confused notions of
what? love? money? are they
synonms in this consumer-driven
affair
interlude with the notion
of personal faith
and what goodness once was
stop fearing ’f’ driven syntax
future is there when you want it
6 figures are only that
and the shawdow of your figure
will fade and fatten
so do something worth while
while trying to release the pressure
there’s no god that can condem
a noble effort
i think.
-leigh-anne legault.</br>

like the lady said: "The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams."

 -Eleanor Roosevelt (1884 - 1962)