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Writer's Block: Back to the Future
I'd travel back in time. I mean, if I were to travel into the future, then life itself wouldn't be a surprise to me at all. I'd rather experience pain and pleasure by finding out on my own time, ya know? If I were to travel back in time, then I could learn a lesson or two and apply it to my future. Make sense? -
Yet life goes on...
This story breaks my heart. The children are already vulnerable enough, and yet, they are rendered completely helpless by the disease. The epidemic hits small villages. It shouldn't take a scientist to figure out that it spreads through physical interaction such as hugging and sharing dishes, and you know these villages do everything together. ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Tears of Joy
The day that I lost my hearing to bacterial meningitis. You have to understand that I was sort of re-birthed on that day. My entire life has been shaped by that disease and quite frankly, its been frustrating as hell, but, its a blessing at the same time.
I wrote an entry to a Reader's Digest contest a few months ago, and the subject was 'your life ( Read more... ) -
Mini Vichy.
When Truman advocated the Marshall Plan to recover war-torn Europe, he wasn't thinking for himself. He was strategical for the benefit of others ( Read more... ) -
Good Times.
This was my fondest memory of high school.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2xWURY72uE&feature=bf_prev&list=FLZutSYIzChuK6XcxnaWawFw&lf=plpp_video
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Writer's Block: Got the Munchies
I love to eat trail mix with chunks of dried fruit, or, cookies, specifically oatmeal raisin. They both must be accompanied with milk. -
Bob
I could tell Bob was a kid,
inside, with his colorful personality,
specifically in baby colors.
His favorite, powder blue
like his glowing eyes.
He came from a country of great ambition,
growing up in the industrial towns
near the Ural Mountains.
The epidermis of his crooked fingers
were permanently encased with
the grime and sludge of day in
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Writer's Block: Say What?
A customer asked me how to fix her button because she thought having holes in it rendered it broken...buttons are supposed to have holes in it. -
Gears.
I dance for a little time because I can't stand still. I have to move, and when I move it needs to be harmonious, not like a machine that was programmed to do what it does on its daily basis. I need long, swishing motions, with no hesitation and all in grace ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: The Meaning of Life
My life is a blur of light and sound, life lessons, good eats and bad temperament, exotic aromas and pleasant faces that you want but can't have.