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Monthly Archives: March 2012
The silence hurts my ears, time to make my own noise!
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Love is the finest form of dying
There is a thin fine line between giving up on yourself and giving up on needing another…between striving for that spring green flexibility and tormenting ourselves when we bend in the slightest way, in the slightest breeze. The hollowing pain … Continue reading
just a box of fuck
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Where Love Lives
Love is such a nostalgic condition, a candle in a familiar window I suppose… filled with this, passion and angst to be home in safe and familiar currents. Love, a condition where we find peace in the blurring of what … Continue reading
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We are born, we live, we die…. It was all out of control from very beginning and will be out of control when it ends. The paradox is that the only control we have is the choice to begin and … Continue reading
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Timing
So, I’m walking out of the house this morning, carrying only a pair of underwear I need for after the gym later….and my neighbor walks up and introduces herself…….. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Not Dead Yet
There are only two things you cannot be any more of than you already are… and that’s dead or naked (or both, but that’s just creepy). Well, I ain’t dead yet… so I say, get naked! tis nothing if not … Continue reading
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Sea Floor Spreading
Coming into being is about as obvious as sea floor spreading… yet look how wide the Atlantic ocean is! Amazing how an epiphany sneaks up on you and passes you right by. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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…LEX PARISMONIAE: MIDLIFE IN SOLILOQUY
My dear and clear friends, I find it ironic that the easiest can be so difficult. I heard a sojourner at the rail sigh and say into his glass of ale, “…this proclivity for circumlocution and periphrasis has been a … Continue reading
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Nature Makes Us Ultimately Responsible
That perhaps our presence in the world is quite starkly a plaything belonging to our fundamental provenance. That happiness can be known through the joy of our being received, if only by a silent and benevolent godhead planet hurdling our … Continue reading
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