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"I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that things last longer than moments. Gods come and gods go, mortals flicker flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, ( Read more... ) -
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hmmm so pot is okay in maine but not gays....I see how it is. -
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Let us pretend for just a moment that you're on death row. You're eating your last meal, happily devouring each morsel and enjoying the last moments of your horrible crime filled life, or maybe you're innocent... but I digress. Suddenly you begin to choke and you die. Do you think the prison guards would resuscitate you only to walk you down to the ( Read more... ) -
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The Daily Crossword 5/25/09
Both 11 down and 2 across
Q: pause or faltering in speech
A: Hesitation
eyes my eyes-------------- must have to see
hands my hands------------ would hold
lips my lips ---------------- would shyly cover
if I could be---------------- so bold
if I could be---------------- your lover
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Stars
Some days, you walk through velvet trees down purple midnight roads, and you look up into an unfamiliar sky, and you see the seven sisters, clearly, like in a book of celestial magic. And then you look down again, and then up, at the northern star, burning in that purple, silken sky like a fervent wish. Something tinkles inside you, shivering, ( Read more... ) -
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How does one escape the torments of memory? -
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I had hope but then I lost it,
I buried it in the sand,
Because I’ve been stranded for six whole weeks
And nobody knows where I am. -
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As I was having a few drinks with my roommates just now I began to wonder about time, and I now feel compelled to write down my musings less I lose them in a drunken haze. Time, it seems to me, is neither uniform nor absolute. Traditionally time is seen as an arrow in flight, a direct shot from origin to ending, but as I sat in the living room it ( Read more... )