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Come follow me into the wooded hills
Away from all the jargon, nonsense, noise
And re-use old forgotten paths with me
Past beer cans, past junk food wrappers, past gum,
Past dead cigarette butts that could have sparked
A fire here where lightning needs no help:
The forest outskirts are dry—dry as sex Continue reading
If you are ever in Taipei, do not pass up the chance to visit the unique Museum of World Religions. You will have to leave the comfort of the English-friendly subway system and take a shuttle bus from an unmarked-in-English bus stop to the mall where it resides. My Lonely Planet Southeast Asia on a Shoestring promised that it would have depictions of ten of the world’s most influential religions, but with a street-front entrance attached to the side of a mall, the museum did not look like much. I had faith in my yellow bible, and I’ll-be-damned if it wasn’t right. Continue reading
write with lightning 