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the reaching out reveals all the searching within and this blank slate colored scar is thatched with worry-lines. the purple fresh teeth-marks will never really fade. and some memories scorch the very earth that has nourished us for too long. this year i am thankful just to say that this year is another step towards a less bleak and furious now. a ( Read more... ) -
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"And I reckon this is just my life, too," the other said. 'But I know now why it is,' Byron thinks. 'It is because a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks ( Read more... ) -
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We lay our heads down, unsure of where the stars that dance before my eyes are from. I close my lids while yours remain steadfastly open. There is no great meaning in these actions; they simply feel appropriate. I tell you that the ground is singing to me softly, that I can hear the leaves sweat. You gush that I'm a silly romantic... a philosopher ( Read more... ) -
no slurs to blur
Having a eight month old cat is one of the small joys in my life...
... having to clean up cat-shit is not.
I miss when he didn't have the runs. -
Ah... life...
Drink deep,
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An Ode to Nostalgia
Six years ago,
We Dropped the Ball.
Seven years ago,
Was the first Fall.
Easy numbers to know...
just maths,
just Flow...
I wrote years, on the Wall;
You write words, about the Call.
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oh so soon...
...this will stop being a one way conduit of information. -
oh say can you scene...
I have been spending the last few days with my family out here in Yosemite National Park. This is just the sort of thing that I have needed for quite a while. A natural setting and some more physical labour. I find the intense focus of trying to get my body to do what I am requesting to allow a sort of tranquility to envelope my mind. Thinking ( Read more... )
