when i was in 8th grade, we had a big rivalry with our science teacher. we ran wild. we ran him ragged. so at the end of the year he sent us on a field trip to a sewage treatment plant. it was a particularly windy day, and most of us lost our hardhats to the sludge at sum point.
so for each stage of treatment i picture our hardhats landing in the vats and i remember that godawful smell.
-sorry for being irreverent, ananse, i just wanted to reminisce-
-interesting post- i'll come back to it more seriously once i meet my deadline
==**peace**==
"the skilled binder uses no strings or knots, while to unloose what he has bound would be impossible." Lao Tzu
DomePoem Poets; redefining the third dimension of spoken word
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"Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain't goin' nowhere" - Amiri Baraka