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Who orbits whom
A channel cannot possess the water that flows within it… their relationship is both a river still and a river wild. To possess even our own secret would be to violate the sanctity of the hearts wilderness, yet we pirouette … Continue reading
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Your Cat is Dead and I’m Smiling
Photo credit: Alex Esquerra Last night your bedroom was tattoo-parlor-red… You were a relentless sex machine and your Alex Esguerra painting was knocked from the wall during our rough housing. I found it behind the bed when I was looking … Continue reading
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Alchemicalamity
All the earth elements in repose something to breath in dreams of those You must sleep so well being who you are, whenever you do sleep. with no fear of hell… Words leap to their tragic death off the end … Continue reading
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Paper Thin Memories
Same reckless memory woke me up today She’s out there calling for me somewhere on the highway Come out and find me if you must, before my image turns to dust And you’ll just fade away. Why do I cling, … Continue reading
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Evolution and Balance
Interesting video. A thousand years ago, we didn’t live until 80 years old, population was under control, and human discovery was in the early stages of exponential growth, which continues to accelerate. If Darwin is right (and he is), humans … Continue reading
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Two ways to die
There are two ways to suffer toward death… one as victim, the other as oppressor. One, a bodily loss and spiritual passing, the other a moral death and disfiguration. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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The Unchangeable Change
It is easy to forget, and impossible to know, that where we are today is the result of a change someone made or failed to make in the past.They taught us in land navigation that the best way to never … Continue reading
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Ask
What’s on my mind lately? Thanks for asking. I’m hungry; I cannot ask for food, I must ask for permission. I am hurt; I cannot ask for a doctor, I must ask permission. I’m safe under my tarpaulin roof; I … Continue reading
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nature claims no morality
Under this rainbow, slurs and missiles may volley…. but the beauty of nature has no borders, claims no race, religion, creed, or gender. In fact, nature claims no morality, because it … Continue reading
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Your Cat is Dead – Post Mortem
We reduce love to the sexy acts we do within it. We clench the carnal, like a drowning man clenches a block of granite and would hope to float. All our sojourner has is his sock in his hand – … Continue reading
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