Heaven is like a bodice, sweet and close, if you can wear it right you'll never have to take it off. I dream of dreams. I dream of life larger and smaller than this, one that is based on some quiet code of depth and simplicity. My journey starts every evening.

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TO:Mango Blood Society First Line Infantry

FROM:Junior counselor DabiDabi

RE:Ray Day Hay Day Play Day DAY

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I hereby recruit the likes of Dragon Blood number 1, Mabby, the Meat Eating Vegetarian, and the Allergenic Rasta.

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January Mission

Day 1- Find location head quarters for the Coconut Brain Weavers

Day 2- Identify its leaders and current resources

Day 3- Send scouting mission to identify weaknesses

Day 4- Infiltrate from the inside (bribe with promise of fresh Banana Muffins)

Day 5- Initiate coupe-- end with ceremonial eating of Coconut cream pie.

REPORT: 0700 hours 012612

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What Looks Like A Change

I mean to free write on this as much as possible, trying to cut back the need for Mabby's slick approval and for red dragon points. I furiously in awe of all my friends here, their stories always seem to hit home hard for me and its interesting how the tribes seem to bond together sub-conciously along economic lines. My name is Lily but that's not really my name. My name is Obroni, foreigner, whitie, stranger in this beautiful land. I am a symbol for all symbols, a mark of development and the oppressive past. I am the constant fight for finding space for heart in this world more and more enveloped in the fog of logical minds. I am not logical, and I would much rather be a liquid or a solid than a gas that chokes the life from the trees, the air, and the soul. I want a beat, both in heart and rythym, a spirit that will tell my ears what they are and show my body why it was broken out of the stone in the first place. AND this is what Ghana is, was, and I hope will remain. A supersonic orchestra that keeps all life alive.