March 2010
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How Convenient! - Part 1
I hate this old house. The wood creaks like my old bones. Convictions, dreams, anxieties, estimations, reveries, and intents all burn crimson. I wish I could say the same of this wretched asylum. Nothing ever works at the appropriate moment. The electricity flutters like a bird taking its first flight. I am amazed it is still erect. Every room reminds me of a wasted life, shattered by...
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“Hope has two daughters, ANGER and COURAGE.
ANGER at the way things are and the...”
January 2010
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“baby we can shed this skin
we can know how we feel inside
instead of...”
– Robert Tepper
“We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One...”
– John Steinbeck (via delgrosso)
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“Emmer etvas!” which means: always something. which a man never quite...”
– Bukowski, Charles. “A Popular Man.” Tales of Ordinary Madness
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“A one eyed man is king in the land of the blind.”
November 2009
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The Night of the Beast
Cold. Cold. Cold. I was abruptly awakened, flailing about as the bone chilling ocean water violated my lungs. The fractured fragment of boat remaining ceased to suffice as means of flotation. I’m fully submerged now; I have no other choice but to swim. If it wasn’t for my long summer days, from childhood, on these very seas; I think this afternoon I would have most assuredly met my...
October 2009
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My mind is my friend. My mind is my enemy. It is the only place I feel safe. However it is the only place I cannot control. If my thoughts want to roam, who am I to try and stop them. Sometimes they take to me places I haven’t been in years, and I think “Shit, I remember that.” Other times they take me to places I would rather not go, and I am left completely helpless. ...
"You keep the oddest business hours!"
As she handed me the green tea, I suddenly realized things were changing. We were moving closer and further apart every second. Even on a time scale that would measure the most immeasurable duration of continuance, we would still be in constant motion. Even as it remained unseen by any human eye, and unfathomable by even the most intelligent of minds, our forces were pushing and pulling on each...
“How many times can life teach us the same lesson? Over and over, we succumb to...”