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the allure of no.
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"Unsaid"
by Dana Gioia
So much of what we live goes on inside
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters we write our dead. -
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Twenty bucks says this won't make sense. 100 bucks says it's my fault.
Maybe it bothers me a little.
Yeah.
Okay, so maybe that bothers me a lot.
Yeah.
I am Jack's fidgeting fingers.
I am Jack's constricting throat. -
wolves, sheep and sheepdogs.
I came across this theory, one time, and it has stuck with me for quite a while. Mind you, the paper I read it from had heavy overtones of military/policeman mantra, but I clung to the root idea of it.
This theory says that there are three types of people, and they can be represented as such: Sheep, sheepdogs, and wolves. For the sake of the theory ( Read more... )
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