It's his last day.

Yeah, crying is not my favorite...

Smoking cigarettes is the alternative.

There are just some things we will never know...

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Sometimes I wonder what I'm waiting for...

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just let the rain come down.

the tears formed and rolled slowly down my cheeks.

my legs and arms are broken down with envy for the solid ground.

Penguins are so cute. When they are born they are absolutely adorable. I read My Penguin Osbert and it is such a fun story.

Osberg wanted cold creamed herring with seaweed jam for breakfast.

So that's what we had.

Back to working.

words from poet William Stafford:

I believe that the so-called "writing block" is a product of some kind of disproportion between your standards and your performance ... one should lower his standards until there is no felt threshold to go over in writing. It's easy to write. You just shouldn't have standards that inhibit you from writing ... I ( Read more... )

i think something is burning,
now you've ruined the whole thing
muffle the smoke alarm
whoever put on this music
had better quick, sharp, remove it
pour me another
oh, don't wag your finger at me

...

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
speak no feeling, no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit

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realize.
evaluate.
move forward.

There is no point in living life if you can't find it getting better at the little things that get you down, driving home a point forever.
iSOLA

irrationality...sometimes it knocks.

This has nothing to do with the subject title.

Fact of the matter is this: on the way to work, I realized how angry I can become behind the wheel. There is no whistle to blow on...I grit my teeth and express obscene thoughts. Between wtf? and you're such a bleeping c_)+, I find myself screaming. A scream that makes you feel better because the ( Read more... )