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Trees

Visualize with me: the quiet calm of the redwood trees, the muffled stomp of your own feet on the spongy needles, the musty woody smell of all those old trees.

    TAGS:  trees


Tree Fetish :: 'mouse

’mouse is completely unembarassed by his tree fetish.

    TAGS:  fetish, trees


She buried her last twenty next to the driveway, and though she didn’t survive the winter, her neighbors were overjoyed to find that the seedling bore abundant quarters the following fall.

    TAGS:  death, money, trees


Trees are simply nature making a better calendar.

    TAGS:  corporate, calendars, trees, revolution - the political thing


Some of the consolations she’d found were difficult to explain to others, such as the shape of trees and their constant vigilance over night, day, traffic, holidays, over any and all things that came their way while they stood rooted sentinal with the kind of loyalty so extremely rare in people; specifically, she thought, that waitress she had come to know who had the biggest chest she’d ever experienced, and while this was not necessarily a good thing and she felt sorry for the way the waitress had become not so much a person with wants, needs, desires, hopes and fears, but rather a walking rack for Large Breasts in the abstract sense, that waitress who was the most loyal friend she’d ever had up to and including the day she’d finally pulled the automatic weapon from its spot nestled between the hills of her prodigious pearl-white breatal zone, when she snapped and finally, it seemed, the years of sheet-folding and drink-hauling, all the leering glances and insensitive comments, all of it conspired in a whirling fog until her anger pierced redhot and fullblown over the top; despite all that loyalty, thought the treelover, that waitress was not as steadfast as even the smallest whippet of a tree, whose commitment to the seasons and attempts at movement and life had to be among the most incredible phenomena on this earth, though among the most common.

    TAGS:  breasts, perfection, trees, waitress


My WTF tree has now produced pods in small clumps.

    TAGS:  trees, tinsel, true nature revealed


leaves :: hysterium

Trees leave the forest just like people leave the city.

    TAGS:  trees, forest, leaves


Juan awoke confused from the dream in which the giant 120-foot tall noble fir tree in his front yard fell across the street, completely destroying his neighbor’s house, because there was no such tree in his yard and he had no harsh feelings about his neighbor.

    TAGS:  dreams, Juan, trees, neighbors


We remember our days in trees - treehouses, tree forts, tree lookout posts - as a halcyon time when our parents could never find us, and our Keds never showed any wear.

    TAGS:  childhood, trees, Keds, treehouse, halcyon, halcyon days, tree forts, tree lookout posts


Installation of the camoflaged cell phone tower in the pine forest took less than a week, which was, of course, a pine tree’s equivalent of a blink of the eye; in the ensuing years, however, the trees occasionally took notice of the interloper, and would whisper among themselves how extrordinary had been its prodigious growth spurt, and how odd it was that it never spoke a word to its neighbors.

    TAGS:  trees, cell towers, camouflage


Attachment :: Keith

His attachment to the world had grown so thin that he’d find himself alone, his eyes locked on the trees, their branches and leaves moving gently back and forth in the wind, and that the longer he watched, the more it felt like his entire lifetime was repeating itself, caught up somehow within the simple motion of that invisible force.

    TAGS:  attachment, trees


 

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