tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62026002012-02-09T02:41:10.761-04:00...like my skin peeled back & i was covered by the salt of the sea...skinnednoreply@blogger.comBlogger2391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-71589003018129758712009-10-17T04:52:00.000-03:002009-10-17T04:53:29.479-03:00

I miss this place. And of that time, only this place.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1160630441512561482006-10-12T02:19:00.000-03:002006-10-12T02:20:42.286-03:00

I have not been here in a very long time, and neither have you.many things have changed. Circumstances we'll call them. No adjectives need describe them. Sometimes, it is what it is.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1151795325799435192006-07-01T20:07:00.000-03:002006-07-01T20:08:46.530-03:00

Your big lies are gonna get you.They're gonna get you.You're in over your head.Go ahead and use my name as your way out.You're gonna get got for this.And you ain't gonna feel so pretty on the inside.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1151531131272764362006-06-28T18:44:00.000-03:002006-06-28T18:45:31.560-03:00

I know what you're doing and why you need it.I get that & I support it & have the strength to back it.So I can't do the lies anymore.I said, "Do what you need to"I meant it.So I can't do the lies anymore.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1151039879742032112006-06-23T02:17:00.000-03:002006-06-23T02:18:00.096-03:00

It was nice to see you again too.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1150431937147519522006-06-16T01:25:00.000-03:002006-06-16T01:25:37.176-03:00

what if it made you want to paint?

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1149821997254196582006-06-08T23:59:00.000-03:002006-06-08T23:59:57.280-03:00

Nobody wants you and it's up to you to figure out why.And change it.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1149041911070478782006-05-30T23:15:00.000-03:002006-05-30T23:18:31.093-03:00

It feels different.it's smoother.It's keep going ok?It's all that and bag bag of chips and fuck it.You know there is something to be said for knowing your own mind and not knowing what's coming next.Ladies and gentlemen....may I present for your viewing pleasure...Ladies and gentlemen........has left the building.Thank you for what I did get.Thank you for what I didn't.it looming over me like

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1148862869506557132006-05-28T21:31:00.000-03:002006-05-28T21:34:29.523-03:00

Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?How many levels are there?How many planes to satisfy anyway?Another road song.Another somebody done somebody wrong song.Another I hope the road doesn't come to own me song.Another so fine to see your face song.I want to know it all so bad it hurts.It hurts my heart and my face and my skin and my fingers and my toes and my head and my stomach.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1148854170240804412006-05-28T19:03:00.000-03:002006-05-28T19:09:30.256-03:00

I'm nervous.Everyone else could be correct.Everything else could be the perfect representation of what should be.Should never comforted me.I'm scared.It's ok.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1148005365563976472006-05-18T23:18:00.000-03:002006-05-18T23:22:45.583-03:00

A few hours makes all of the difference and what words get said in your absence make all the more difference. I don't know what reports have been made but I know they felled the hammer.Glasnost this is not.I am not in a personal Hell so much as everybody hears it and sees it and there are certain behaviours that need to end and won't. They just won't.So stop by my headspace for some coffee.Not

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1145925914671611822006-04-24T21:43:00.000-03:002006-04-24T21:45:14.686-03:00

I had an experience I've never had before, I worked really hard and some people noticed and did something really nice for me to thank me.Tommorrow I am going to be set back to natural and it's been a long time coming.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1145794639885532962006-04-23T09:16:00.000-03:002006-04-23T09:17:19.886-03:00

I love your pretty teeth.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1145794599682244462006-04-23T09:15:00.000-03:002006-04-23T09:16:39.690-03:00

I met you. You're a serial killer and I know it.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1142977081934215752006-03-21T17:29:00.000-04:002006-03-21T17:38:01.946-04:00

She found her species and settled in. The rest of us wandered, sad nomads with no fear to fight.Fear propogates reality, like oxygen propells life through breath. Fear, your best friend at the edge of a 40 story building. Fear, your chance to run from the raging bull. Depending of course on how you view it all.A long sweltering desert with mild oases here and there. Set out on a journey prone to

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1141692181564690392006-03-06T20:42:00.000-04:002006-03-06T20:43:01.576-04:00

she found her species and settled in. the rest of us wandered, sad nomads with no fear to fight.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1140634957731602002006-02-22T14:59:00.000-04:002006-02-22T15:02:37.733-04:00

I have officially failed in the task of my career. 100 millions reasons and all of them futile to regurgitate here. Point is, some killers are silent and this feeling is one of them so y'know, here's to a new day, not today, possibly tommorrow.There are no stretches or strains left. The deal is sealed.Song for the moment: "Is That All There Is?" -Peggy Lee

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1137700758809249422006-01-19T15:58:00.000-04:002006-01-19T15:59:18.826-04:00

I could be rightI could be wrong

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1137525311206676382006-01-17T15:14:00.000-04:002006-01-17T15:15:11.216-04:00

http://www.globalcommunity.org/flash/wombat.shtml

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1137295426401433602006-01-14T23:16:00.000-04:002006-01-14T23:29:03.770-04:00

I dropped the fork and knife atop the napkin on the counter and ran to hug her tight.She's a part of a different memory. The first true love of the one we miss and from a time before so many people knew.Seeing her brings a different part of him back. And she does something different than a lot of the early friends do, or even the recent ones...she speaks his name.Each and every time I see her,

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1136942386731740632006-01-10T21:18:00.000-04:002006-01-10T21:19:46.743-04:00

maybe I better sit down for this onemaybe I better rock this boatmaybe there reasons to dwell onmaybe I already met this roadstranger things have happened than me being right

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1136909007348070772006-01-10T12:02:00.000-04:002006-01-10T12:03:27.360-04:00

sometimes you just want to know.and for the record, I now know.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1136605363769883722006-01-06T23:41:00.000-04:002006-01-06T23:42:43.780-04:00

you'll know how weird this is:I have a mortgage broker and a lawyer.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1136517326714290692006-01-05T23:13:00.000-04:002006-01-05T23:15:26.726-04:00

please don't leave me on a wayward roadif you're gonna get the friendsya gotta take some foestime's tickinglike a heimlichand I didn't swallow no bones

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1135989459220919412005-12-30T20:28:00.000-04:002005-12-30T20:38:21.880-04:00

Did you read that book hotel new hamphire? remember the daughter Egg?THe main phrase I remember from that book is "Keep passing open windows"It pertained to "Don't jump out that window and die"It pertains to a lot of things outside of the book.In the context of the book it's a good thing, outside the book it doesn't sound all that positive. It sounds like "Lock in, don't smell the air"I had a

skinnednoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1135782808681332842005-12-28T11:09:00.000-04:002005-12-28T11:13:28.696-04:00

brought me to this place right here and right nowprobably 100 correct things too but let's concentrate on things that are feasible & tangible firstwhat a waste of stories to have them all end up in this chaptera million paintings painted in the nighta million songs written but never quite righta milllion words written and hidden out of sightwhat a weary worrysome way to record situation

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1135391099324761532005-12-23T22:17:00.000-04:002005-12-23T22:24:59.326-04:00

There's a reason I don't listen to certain sad songs, especially certain sad songs that represent certain times and circumstances.Oh how I battered you in my fear. Forgive me forever now that you understand everything and how hard love seeks to know itself.The holidays themselves don't make me sad, it's the reunions and the representations of how life changing events do actually do that, change

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1135390387774008552005-12-23T22:12:00.000-04:002005-12-23T22:13:07.786-04:00

...beautiful, lovely, welcome misfits.happy freakin' holidays everybody.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1134491638515906332005-12-13T12:24:00.000-04:002005-12-13T12:33:58.526-04:00

Standing outside of a conversation I'm not going to look inside of.Some new beginnings are grand adventures. Grand scary terrifying but I know you can do it because you walk around with all your brains in adventures.Some new beginnnings are sick to your stomache gawd awful couldn't I find a better way dismal grey days.Sometimes you just stand and stare at the door.He's right about it all but he

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1134276529361435302005-12-11T00:48:00.000-04:002005-12-11T00:48:49.370-04:00

When you say that to me I want to crawl inside the words.When did I learn to logic the magic out of the magical?

skinnednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1133983910631205242005-12-07T15:24:00.000-04:002005-12-07T15:31:50.643-04:00

I had a moment of sentimentality for the things they used to sell in the back of comic books when I was a kid. Take a winter day and sit me at the card table in my brother's room in the basement, canned tomato soup and a white plastic sleeve of crackers in front of me. The card table had a yellow vinyl top with shiny multi colored flecks in it, surrounded by a brassy metallic rim. We had the

skinnednoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1131990077263613682005-11-14T13:29:00.000-04:002005-11-14T13:41:17.296-04:00

She doesn't take stress very well and that's a lesson for me to learn from.He has his own ideas about things and that a lesson for him to grow on.There's the bubble you live in and the bubble you burst.There's the idea of life and then there's life.Making a bad situation interesting, finding the silver lining in the dark cloud and temptation can all be related.Having a Plan B can put a serious

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1131783415375101972005-11-12T04:12:00.000-04:002005-11-12T04:17:43.613-04:00

Fucking bitches. Think I'm the sort to be trod upon and exploited. Think I'm the sort to not learn the lessons of those that have gone before me. Think they're safe in their cocoons of ego and stupidity.Wrath get you excited boys? I gotta enough wrath coming at ya to excite your whole life. Guaran-fucking-teed. Looking forward to your next race switch face. Watch for me, I'll be the one with the

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1130273111425111722005-10-25T17:35:00.000-03:002005-10-25T17:45:11.433-03:00

Funny and strange, a friend whose web site had recently been maliciously hacked and I were conversating over the fate of Tookie Williams. Tookie is one of the founding members of the Crips who resides on death row in Sam Quentin. (Imagine having your clemency determined under the domain of the Terminator?, God bless America for the many farcical situations it presents). Tookie became over the

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1129775143494053362005-10-19T23:24:00.000-03:002005-10-19T23:25:43.500-03:00

Bettye Levette

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1129662921353201302005-10-18T15:56:00.000-03:002005-10-18T16:15:21.363-03:00

all the woes have happy endings & techni-color dreams.Being aware of the removal of myself from unsatisfactory situations for some time didn't remove the surprise when I realized I had completely lost track of the certain place certain time deadline. It's a first and it won't be the last...All I wanna do is watch movies, epic movies, well written movies, movies with good light and good direction.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1129044912705214002005-10-11T12:22:00.000-03:002005-10-11T12:35:12.766-03:00

We left at 7pm, drove straight to fredericton, slept for 3 hours in a comfortable inn hotel full of fubars smoking pinners outside the back entrance, then drove straight through to Pet the wawa.By the time I got out of the van I couldn't feel my feet but a couple of beers made me happy. 5 hours of sleep later we got up, packed the kitties in the van and drove straight back to new scotia.You know

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1125252475999299712005-08-28T15:07:00.000-03:002005-08-28T15:07:56.006-03:00

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1124414356904895842005-08-18T22:18:00.000-03:002005-08-18T22:19:16.913-03:00

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1124233207727930132005-08-16T19:59:00.000-03:002005-08-16T20:00:07.733-03:00

This autumn will be full of new beautiful tattoos.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1123984345701074962005-08-13T22:52:00.000-03:002005-08-13T22:52:25.706-03:00

Did you just go without me?

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1123111408880858612005-08-03T20:20:00.000-03:002005-08-03T20:23:28.886-03:00

Where are you putting your whatnots and all those things that matter...Many literary women stayed spinsters for the good of their mental health. Society made spinster a bad word, the ladies themselves were too involved to have any use for such labels or derivative words..

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1122606778211781112005-07-29T00:12:00.000-03:002005-07-29T00:12:58.216-03:00

I don't want to be suckling at the ass of indignity.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1122511963878025192005-07-27T21:46:00.000-03:002005-07-27T21:52:43.886-03:00

I'm in my third week of some smarting heightened sensory thing, think of something, there it is, need something it shows itself, wonder something, find the answer in the most unexpected place.Nice. I like any kind of uber world.Writing a screen play, it's my first, and yes you are in it and yes favorably and yes you will recognize yourself. Doesn't that just thrill you?Oh yeah.Having a less

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1120336224910196892005-07-02T17:26:00.000-03:002005-07-02T17:30:24.916-03:00

my last 2 days of freedom.while I consider ending the pouting session, chawing on stale peanuts & making mental lists of the unfinished business procrastination has led to I become enamoured by the idea that life has handed me a schedule.I can make a schedule that would make your heart sing. Very good at scheduling others but to live under a schedule for myself ... ouch. Prison to me, punishment

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1120164849941955112005-06-30T17:46:00.000-03:002005-06-30T17:54:09.946-03:00

This is a really hard day for me. So much of my identity has been wrapped up in what I am leaving behind and I've no one to discuss this with because it's not a well understood emotion. That's what happens with ego, assaults on it can really hurt but seem foolhardy to the 3rd party.I'm ending my own era, and era I built toward for a long time and after not even being sure that it was where I

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1119760870135978262005-06-26T01:36:00.000-03:002005-06-26T01:41:29.513-03:00

"These are strange coincidences, or gifts meant to answer some unworded question.I think of a love and a love appears, many times over many days, many different kind of memories come true in front of my face, as though my own life is here to tell me, you can't bury any part of yourself. You can't leave any part of yourself to become dust, or ashes or distant.And what was that you were saying, "I

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1119556333572197672005-06-23T16:21:00.000-03:002005-06-23T16:52:13.586-03:00

"Remember how we were standing on that gross blue rug all covered in beer, smokes & gum? All the punks & actors were playing pool behind you, I had just left them and was surprised to see you because I thought you were at band practice, not that I really thought about it until I saw you, but when I did it occurred to me. Remember how I never really understood why you would stand there smiling at

skinnednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1118781999802461832005-06-14T17:41:00.000-03:002005-06-14T17:46:39.826-03:00

So now we're all friendly again just like everytime he wants something from me. Funny how the ball's never in my court there. And I'm just thinking it's easier to go with the flow on this one. Man is too paranoid to put logic on. The logic being if I had half the time to spend trying to screw him over in this business transaction that he thinks I'm spending I'd have time to take a freaking

skinnednoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1118424590297303692005-06-10T13:53:00.000-03:002005-06-10T14:29:50.353-03:00

I don't want to write about what happened to Naomi. I just want to remember that I was often really curious about her ability to maintain certain positive personality attributes despite the conditions of her life. You know you're a sulk when Naomi's trying to show you the bright side. You may have been to the school of hard knocks but Naomi had the fucking docterate. Guaranteed.In one of my

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1118185323617632612005-06-07T20:01:00.000-03:002005-06-07T20:02:03.623-03:00

THIS made my day...

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1118184907607661582005-06-07T19:41:00.000-03:002005-06-07T19:55:07.613-03:00

I don't think it's good that when the sun finally finds the coast I'm living on this brown bump starts growing on my upper forehead. There it is all of a sudden this brown bump. I supoose it will be a mole in a day or 2 but I don't think they're supposed to grow that fast. What is the normal rate of mole growth? Perhaps it's a freckle, they come out pretty fast. I've been wearing my SPF everyday

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1117239960932530942005-05-27T21:25:00.000-03:002005-05-27T21:26:00.936-03:00

AJ's in loooove.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1117216375201797172005-05-27T14:51:00.000-03:002005-05-27T14:52:55.206-03:00

It's been raining for almost 2 weeks straight. No May showers either, buckets of rain. Buckets and buckets of rain. Everything is flooded. My garden is drowning. I don't remember what sunshine is. Blech.

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1117058013469283952005-05-25T18:44:00.000-03:002005-05-25T18:55:42.043-03:00

Then after these years of separation to find you creating the similar.She said "Your paths are the same, but you living vicariously through, when you could be living all of that for yourself, you have in you."Pause for thought. (it was 1996 for those that keep track).So the road divided and the separation came. A long time travelled with the strong winds of Newfoundland on the mind. There was

skinnednoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1116873433618693402005-05-23T15:30:00.000-03:002005-05-23T15:37:13.623-03:00

Sometimes playing it safe is appropriate. Choosing from options like participating in a spelling bee. Say the option, spell it out, say the option again and onto the next option.I had a conversation years ago (1992 for those that keep track) about internal ecology. It's the same as instinct, the same as gut feeling. Tracking internal ecology is a science much like meteorology. How's that option

skinnednoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1116435556974934562005-05-18T13:51:00.000-03:002005-05-18T14:04:37.216-03:00

Elusive.I like the words that couldn't be translated. They read like some wacked beat poetry:peonieshmmmmhappenin peonydeclassified Che Guevara inkpaduber ciapressurelessnoone cracklessoothing tirednesstirednesselusive elusive, untold elusivedelved, layedstaid armpit

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1115841195005233752005-05-11T16:44:00.000-03:002005-05-11T16:53:15.206-03:00

Probably the most money my mother ever spent on herself was/is represented by a peony forest. To the side of the house she planted a peony garden that now, after 12 years, can actually be walked into like a forest. If you've ever smelled a peony you can imagine how glorious it is to be full inside a forest of them. Her peony flowers grow so big one flower covers your entire face. You can put your

skinnednoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1115399287812819562005-05-06T14:07:00.000-03:002005-05-06T14:08:07.820-03:00

no roots, no wings

skinnednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1114817099250339452005-04-29T20:18:00.000-03:002005-04-29T20:24:59.250-03:00

I was online reading declassified (but censored) presidential memos and CIA reports concerning the capture and murder of revolutionary Che Guevera and something made me laugh in spite of the horror of reading orders from so called sane intelligent leaders for another man's death, on the bottom of the documents are the stamps "secret".It just made me laugh about the human condition. Stamp some

skinnednoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1114709442511064862005-04-28T14:15:00.000-03:002005-04-28T14:30:42.513-03:00

the room is warm small woodenwooden walls and warm blanketsfresh fire infusing the quilts with natural aromano lights - no lights necessaryevening fallen long agowarm wine flavored like homemade burning acidic on the tongue soft in the bellykeys and chords singing quietly from a chair in the cornertime is quietpressurelessnowhere to benoone to callnothing to follow uponly to besmall crackles- pop

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1114537976840432972005-04-26T14:44:00.000-03:002005-04-26T14:52:56.843-03:00

beautiful with your eyes like thatbeautiful with your skin like thatyou moved and moved and movedsearching for the elusivethe elusive with its aches of yearningthe elusive with its untold promisesand lack of desire to grant mercyand delved inplans thoughts and rosterslaid outlayed outstaid in sidestayed insidebeautiful with your eyes like thatbeautiful with your skin like thatthat small of the

skinnednoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1113789399506614582005-04-17T22:52:00.000-03:002005-04-17T22:56:39.506-03:00

I am exhausted. The video is done. The launch party is halfway through and I'm in my 47th hour of work with a brief interlude of 3 hours of sleep. I'm exhausted and I still have 7 hours to go. But it's ok because once it's over it is really over and I'm gonna sleep all day until I go pick up my new music and then I'm gonna make new music and then I'm gonna sleep some more. You know what this is?

skinnednoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6202600.post-1113782940453801062005-04-17T21:07:00.000-03:002005-04-17T21:09:00.453-03:00

For some reason it's when I'm at work that I miss people. Maybe it's the sea of strangers. Begging for change.

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Sometimes life is just trying over and over again to send a fax and there is no answer. I could be out in the semi sunshine if this fax would just send!Video shoot this weekend followed by season 5 launch party of that show about those guys in trailers. Best get my sleep in now...Someone bought me a bottle of wine as a thank me for making life easier. I'ma gonna drink it in the backyard in the

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Today I want out of disapointments and expectations that lead to them. I'm doing what I can, I really am. Following the flow, keeping my mind open, but even an open mind has room for a big ole bomb to be dropped in it. Even an open mind creates expectations, sneaking them up on you like a cat after your breath in the night.I made concessions to keep my priorities where they meant themselves to be

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When the moon hits your eye....moon phases completely out from some sides of the worlddirt in my eye like a big wedge of pieI'll show you mine if you show me yoursfrom all sides of the worldthat's amore(don't deny me)

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Some attitudes I've had it with. Check your own taste, loserboy.

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I can't be leaving now. Not in this rain. Some things never change.Give me that "here it is"Can I get a "here it is!"

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I have one last thing to say about it and then I'm in spring.Last letters. The last letters you ever read by someone could be considered the most poignant of all letters ever written and received. "any last words?" yes.When those last letters come from one who has decided to leave you're almost too frightened to read them, yet you're absolutely terrified not to.You think there'll be a key, an

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your words come and fill my headthen disappear, I wonder if they were ever said.

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gotta talk more aboutgotta get more aboutgotta feel more aboutgotta learn more about

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Anxiety attack.Can't make one simple decision that's easy among 200 decisions made that are difficult.In the same timeframeRun.Hide.Scream.Vanish.Stay.Face.Breath.Be.

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Today my heart goes out to DeathMaiden.

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We can claim it's all finished/beginning and be none the wiser according to what we know. We can claim everything/nothing's been accomplished and be none the wiser according to what we know. We can wear the ego like a crown and bellow from the mountaintop that we and only we are the rulers supreme of all that we set out to be and be none the wiser according to what we know.

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The common thread they all shared was they were each sure in their hands.

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I demanded he be taken better care of then felt shamed in my audacity. I was young. I believed you could save those you loved. Even from the greatest of pain. I am not so innocent now.

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Wenn es gab ein Ding das er war sicher davon seiner reicht warse c'era una cosa era sicuro di era le sue maniIndien er een ding dat hij was, was zeker daarvan was zijn handense há uma coisa ele estava seguro de era as seuas mãosесли была одна вещь, он был уверен относительно этого, были его рукиom det var en ting var som han sikker av det var hans henders'il y avait une chose il était sûr de

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and other assorted forms of rebellion.

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there was a beauty to it, a tainted, dirty hollow beauty that comes to rescue you when only know you need in the smallest of notions. a beauty nonetheless, and you hang on to it, no matter how destructive and wrong bringing it to fruition would be. but it's not about fruition so you're off the hook there. it's not about reality or truth so you're off the hook there. and you know the yearning

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And here's an alternate viewpoint from Terrance McKenna. Seems there is less time than we thought...

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Today my search for the great minds of our time brought me to this page, which was a cute-ish encapsulation of broader subject matter I enjoy reading books about. It ends with this:"This all starts with one simple change: Change your frequency, change your time, change your mind. Create a paradigm shift. This is the most subtle and powerful revolution going on the planet today and that’s because

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I've been away for almost a week now. Went home for some of my Mum's sweet cooking. Met someone who inspired me and reconnected with a feeling long buried inside myself. I said "Self, meet capable, capable meet self."

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Who even are the best minds of out times, I know who yours are, Lesley Choyce, but you're a generation ahead.Who even are the best minds of our times?The utterly sarcastic and disaffected?The brainiacs keeping our interweb alive & able?The secret philanthropists never lauded by the Fortune 500?Who are they?Hidden heroes written up in publications I never read?Actually humble?

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The power bill comes in at a bazillion dollars more than we both make working full time in 50 million years, leading to the agreement that when we get our own house it will run by the light of the sun, moon & stars. electric heat = humidifier = coffee maker = coffee grinder = electric kettle = computor = fridge = midi keyboard = tv = dvd / vhs player = bass amp = lightbulbs = alarm clock = food

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I love my new humidifier. It is not silent as the box says, it whirrrrrrrrrrrs, but a small blue light lights the cool mist in the dark. But I love it.

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Last night I watched "The Others" for the first time. I was in the mood for a spook but I'm hard to spook when it comes to movies. To me the psycological thrill has to feel possible from moment to moment. Gore, guts, whatever, for a really good spook I have to be afraid to lok behind me. I was at the grocery store buying my health for another week & started going through this cheapy bin of VHS

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I met this 75 year old beekeeper one time that had the most beautiful skin. His face was smooth and soft and his wrinkles looked really beautiful. he made his own face cream out of olive oil, beeswax, honey & propolis that he had been using everyday since he was 20 or something. I've never been so awed by someone's skin. It was truly beautiful. He gave me a babyfood jar full of his wonder

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I woke up with reptile skin all over my face. Electric heat and northern Atlantic winter being a deadly combination on a gal's dermis, I reached for my coenzyme Q10 eye cream to relieve the parchment feeling and got bit with a sting. After rubbing it all around my right eye a tightening sensation occurred, and my eye watered tears the size of elephants. I grabbed for my glasses only to realize I

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here's a post I saved as a draft Dec 26, 04 and forgot about. I was just about to delete it but I'm gonna publish it instead. It's not finished. I don't want my parents to die. Ever. Don't tell that to my 13 year old self, she won't believe you. They are Christmas to me now. I concentrate most on them. Seeing them, giving them something to make their time more rewarding. Asking lots of questions

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We were watching Amistad. He loves that scene where the character yells out "Give me free!" He walks around saying it for days, you know how people spew lines from Reservior Dogs & Arnie movies and all that? That's his movie line, "Give me free!" Sometimes i'm shaken because it's still relevant. That movie has hard scenes for me, like the one where they need to lesson the weight on the ship so

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The snowstorm came through the kitchen window and killed my little orange tree.

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Here I am with so much work in front of me if I were 3 people I still wouldn't know how to wade through it all. Laugh at me for posting instead of keeping at it. I've been chugging along for hours and making small bits of headway. Did I mention I'm rife with the flu? I'll spare you the details. The divas are at it again, biting the hands that feed them. Biting the nipples that nourish them. I

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Who am I if I can't live up to my own choices.

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Weird Faith was just at the door. Literally. Faith is a neighbor who is really whacked out and has this unconditional belief in the old testament. Faith will wake you up at 5am to see if you can lend her some butter because Abraham told her to make biscuits. Faith is like that.

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Getting closer to the end of my current job & that's entirely cool. So ready for the change. Off to tv land. I hear when you work in tv you don't watch tv. The only problem for me is the tv I'll be working in is stand up comedy, if a=b & b=a will I have to pack in my dream of becoming a stand up comedian? Some people can only write when everything is very fucked up. I can only be funny when

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Nowhere Girl from No Milk to SK8RN to you.

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The past year & 2 months brought a lot of confrontation with death too soon, death too young, death too chosen & death too sad. That's why it hit me so hard to see her appear so tiny in the too small bed, only half private with the cotton curtain pulled around her. She wasn't dying, not yet, but there it was, the reality of the possibility for her of that, of death, and she had seemed so large,

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What do you do with old lovers you never had who still want to be old lovers you did have? You can't flick 'em away like flies or stomp 'em out like spiders. But ho ho hum, today's my brain off day, you'll have to call back some other time, like when I care. La la la...

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