We're in an empty parking lot, just me and him. The sun is out, it's warm, and he's dressed in purple, as normal. There's no one else around, no noises, nothing but the world and us. And I grab him by the shoulders, face to face, and I tell him "I don't know where you are, or what you're doing, but I hope you go and do everything you want to do. ( Read more... )

"Straighten up and fly right," that's what I'm told. But with no map, and very little in the way of navigational sense, "fly right" is a loose direction to be given. I have so many things I have done, and so many things I haven't, that the pro and con columns on my "this is how I am" list are staggering in their complexity, not to mention length. ( Read more... )

well...

I've made it through another one.
Hopefully this next will be better than the last.
Cheers.

::nicholas

in about a month, this man will be president of this country


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Why does today exist? I mean, philosophically, why do we need to define a specific interval of time as "now", thus necessitating a "then"? All times being one, every moment is technically a "now", so "then" is irrelevant and a product of nostalgia. Thusly, "now" is rendered pointless, since every time is now.

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Tracing the lines from left to right is how I spend my hours, my minutes, my second chances, all of them added up and thrown away with the notions of things like "moving" and "on" and "handling", but so what? These things, as they say, "Happen", and so I keep counting them up and letting them go, miles and miles of scrap paper becoming a lifestory ( Read more... )

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