tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118763532011-04-21T15:38:30.588-07:00Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla.clothosfatehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03492791079534402125noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11876353.post-86967205550029507772007-06-03T00:13:00.000-07:002007-06-03T00:27:43.402-07:00

So I am writing again. This is exciting. I submitted an article to a website for freelance writers that has the potential to pay $. It's not much money, but when you are just a beginner at writing for $, any money is encouraging.So on this site, called Helium, you write and rate other writers articles. The top rated get paid. My first article is actually an essay I wrote on the existence of

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What the Bleep? Down the Rabbit HoleWhat an amazing movie.. or documentary.. or mind-blowing work of art, whatever you want to call it, I would still call it amazing.For those of you who haven't any clue what I'm talking about, well, I would attempt to explain but it seems that if you had any inclination towards this 'state of mind' than I would not need to explain what is about in the first

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Wow. That sums it up right about now. I have been taken on the wildest, craziest, scariest and most rewarding adventure of my entire life. I blew things up, spun them around, broke all the rules, fucked shit up and cried for eons... It was SO worth it.If you think you know the way its going to go, or the way you think it SHOULD go... think again my friend. If you are making plans and have no

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We are moving again! Yes its true... and after ALL that. Life is SO weird sometimes. So we finally moved into what was being known as MY house, and it all went smashingly wrong. So many things that have been left undone came up and refused to be ignored. I could no longer look away, or try to convince myself that I SHOULD be happy dammit. It has now been almost a month, and we are on the verge of

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Well the time has finally come to move into our new house. Yipppppie! I am SO excited about it. Right now we live in limbo, our house is full of boxes and every day someone can be heard saying; "Hey Linny where is the_______?" Fill in the blank. Luckily we got smart and left all boxes packed with a particular rooms stuff, in that particular room. Still it is not an easy way to live.I love moving

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Just the chorus:I don't want to fall to pieces, I just want to sit and stare at youI don't want to talk about itAnd I don't want a conversation, I just want to cry in front of you,I don't want to talk about it, cause I'm in love with you....

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So Just Kiss Me So just kiss me and let my hairmessy itself in your fingerstell me nothing needs to be done-no clocks need windingThere is no bell without a voiceneedng to borrow my owninstead, let me steady myselfin the armsof a man who won't ask me to bewhat he needs, but lets me existas I am a blonde flame a hurricanewrapped upin a tiny bodythat will come to his armslike the safest harbor for

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This has been waiting to be written for too long. I am yours.

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To Fall for YouThe beautiful insanity is a sweet, thick syrup of desires, emotions and control. You walk naked through my hungry mind bringing a hot throb that runs like electricity. I know I should banish the thought, cease the torture of my knowing skin, but I do not wish it...I want to savor the sharp longing that overtakes my body when I think of your tongue in my mouth, my legs around your

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Last weekend I had the first all-nighter I have had in far too long. It was a blast. My son was gone to his fathers place for march break so I have been spending my time irresponsibly and with great enjoyment. A lot of my friends that I have now have only ever known me as a mother, and so they don't fully realize the freak/Quagmireish-pervert/irresponsible/deviant that lives inside of me yet.

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Well I wanted to write but all that came out was drivel. Hmmm too bad, I must be stuck somewhere... or else too damned busy to have anything truly creative be born in my brain. Ahhh well... I shall find something better to say... or else... dunn dun dunnnn...

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I have had absolutely NO time for anything of my own choosing in the last two months, which has really paid off anyway, but not given me much room for writing... And then when I do find the time to write all that I can get out of me is erotica... gee I wonder why. Could it be that I am rapidly approaching my sexual peak (I still am undecided as to whether or not it actually peaks or just keeps

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Sorry its been so long since I posted, I have been busier than possibly ever before in my life, but I wanted to take a moment and do a book review.Right now I am reading an incredibly twisted and enjoyable story called: Wicked~The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West. The title itself is what caught my attention, and then the picture on the cover, which is a drawing of the witch

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This is a post to declare that Maroon 5 rocks my world!! I have enjoyed the sound of this band since I first heard 'She Will Be Loved'. Something about that song really did it for me, and I loved the video. Then they came out with another good tune, and then another! This band seems to have the heat and talent to produce many great songs that just make you want to move your body. And move my body

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This really pisses me off! The other day I was listening to the local radio station, good DJ's, and they had some bit of news blurb being played. It was some guy (I honestly don't know or care who and if I did know I would probably still refer to him as SOME GUY for all the power he has to do jack shit) talking about the budget for the University. I go to the University here, I love it, but

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We found a house!! I am so excited. We found a house we want to buy and we put in an offer. Its perfectly run-down enough, but with a great structure and wiring and shit like that so we can fix it up and increase our investment. I have been doing renovations since I was a kid, its something my parents loved doing, but my dad was not near the carpenter that my love is (I remember once we just put

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Ok. So the next day after I wrote my post on my new years revolution, I got a call from the elite executive senior director of my unit who asked me if I was serious about becoming a director myself. I am so I said so, then she asked me if i would be interested in becoming a director in a record breaking ONE MONTH! See our unit is on the verge of becoming National, and to do so we need a certain

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I have never put much effort into a new years resolution, I wonder just how many people really do? I mean how many of us actually stick to our resolutions as if they mattered, as if they are important appointments to keep... Now sure, I have made many a resolution, used to have fun with it when I was a kid... "this year I am going to wear hot pink nail polish and go to a movie with the hottest

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Waiting sucks. I ordered some gifts over the internet, and although it is incredibly easy to do so, the waiting is driving me insane... especially since it is Christmas Eve already! Yesterday while I was out the delivery guy came by, but he left one of those notices hanging on my door. That was at about 1pm. It was fine until I read the notice which said I couldn't pick up my parcel until today

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My son had his school Christmas play last week and he made a gingerbread house afterwards in his classroom... (at night!! he was so excited) and asked if he could wear his tux jacket and a tie... what a cute kid! This picture turned out so great I just had to share it with you all. Merry Ho Ho!

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I got the greatest fucking mark in Acting this semester! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!! Ok so I got that A, but it wasn't just an A. It was like as close to a perfect grade as I have ever been in my life. And it was accompanied by such high praise from my Acting Prof that it was like getting a Golden A. The Great and Fabulous Golden A. It was so good I could have came! But of course I didn't...

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Supergirl Saves the Day!!She arises from her long debilitating illness, to see right through the child's fake-sick and escorts him Off to school at the ungodly hour of 8 am. After the mad studying freakness left her veins (a little early I might add), she can barely remember how to tie her shoes without thinking about the psychological after affects involved. Not hardly phased by this, she

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... if you have nothing nice to say, go say FUCK outside!This little bit o'genius came flying out of my mouth earlier today... my roommate (Bad Kitty) laughed so hard and said she wanted to put that on a shirt. She designs clothing, really awesome clothing actually, so I told her that if she did make it, I wanted one too. I'll take a picute when its done and post it for all of ya.Life is busy

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I was having one of those really great conversations with a friend the other day. You know, the kind that make you feel all warm and mushy and you just want to reach out and kiss the person and say "I like you SO much!" But of course you don't, cause then you would be a person with bad boundaries and little self-control and they would always wonder if you are just trying to get in their

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(for those of my friends who are reading this but do not use computer lingo WTF?=what the fuck?)I don't generally do much blogging on politics, for two reasons; the first and biggest would have to be the sheer fact that I am walking on a thin wire when it comes to accepting the awful truth that we, the people, have very very little to do with the decisions being made about our lives and futures.

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There was almost a decade in which I did not watch any cable t.v. Eight years to be exact. I caught a little t.v. whenever I went to visit friends or family in the city, but that was it for eight years, an hour or so here or there. When I did watch any television in those years it was mostly the music channel, a Star Trek of some sort (except for that DS9 shit... no way), which is a left-over

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Beside my bed there is a stack of books sitting on the nightstand. Underneath the nightstand, there is another stack of books. At the foot of my bed... one more stack to join the others. These are just the books that I have decided to read sooner then later. Down here, in the 'library', there are five bookshelves filled with books, and those are only MY books, of which I have already read over

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time to finish... 

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I was just writing an email to one of my longest standing friends, and something we have always done if too much time had passed between correspondences is to do updates on ourselves; what books we are reading, music listening to, trips taken.So I was writing about the music I am relating to these days, and I had a real insight into my over-all mood and how the songs I listen to express my

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I am taking an Acting class this semester and I am loving it. Initially when I decided to go to University, I wanted to major in Psychology as well as Theatre in hopes that once I received my Masters Degree in Psyc, I could teach Acting in highschools as well as be a counselor. My academic Advisor suggested an English major to accompany my Psyc one considering I am a writer. Well I tried that

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I figure I must need to learn some kind of lesson about helping people and drawing boundaries. Either that or I have some serious karma to work out from my last life. I love to help people, to talk with them and listen to them and hopefully even inspire a little bravery into some of them, and so I guess it is perfectly natural that I would be attracted to, and attractive to, troubled people.My

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Well, my exam is over, I can take a break from studying for.. at least tonight, and I figured that I would spend some time here. However, seeing as I have had to think much too deeply and intensely for over a week (it was a psych exam), I am going to do a post on a movie.. or in this case, a T.V. show.So who out there has been caught by the "Lost" monster, besides me that is? So I just happened

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Don't worry mother, it'll be alright.Don't worry sister, say your prayers and sleep tight.It'll be fine, lover of mineIt'll be just fine~chorus~If we lend our voices only to sounds of freedomNo longer lend our strength to that which we wish to be free fromFill your lives with love and braveryAnd you shall leadA life uncommonI've heard your anguishI've heard your hearts cry outWe are tired, we are

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It cannot be so you saysimple handscannot changethe fate of humanity. I sayHumanity isa boundless,absorbing hearttranscendingdeath & generationsand centuriesabsorbing bulletsand stitchesand tear gasenduring humiliationand illegal abortionsand thankless jobs I say to youthe heart of Humanityhas not and will notbe brokenAnd let us raise ourselveslike lanternswith the millions of others-with the

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1. I hate getting up early.2. I get up early every morning.3. I am a coffee addict who only drinks one cup a day.4. I do my best dancing at home alone.5. I got my first cell phone a week ago.6. My father was not around when I was born.7. I was born on father's day.8. I can throw a football better then my boyfriend (now EX).9. I cook an irresistible meatloaf.10. I can't eat red meat.11. I love to

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I don't usually do this, I am such a book pusher most of the time, but I have come across a total waste of time, money and readers imagination. So I decided to post a warning. Do not read the newest Thomas Covenant book titled: Runes of the Earth. Good title, excellent potential just because its written by Stephen Donaldson and belongs to his Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever series.

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Recently I went out and rented the new movie, with a stellar cast, called Crash. I didn't really know what to expect from watching the trailers, but I do like some of the actors very much and so I followed my curiosity.This movie was very appropriately titled. There were many moments throughout the film that I felt as if I had just gone through a crash, or was about to. This is a poignantly

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fantastical warrior 

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All of my stories follow a similar thread. I can tell them from many different settings and situations, but eventually it all washes out with the same strong scent. Eventually I am still telling the tale of the warrior... the hero, the Messiah.I do not tell the tale of the broken man stumbling through the remains of his shattered life. I do not tell the fable of the boy who found his girl, then

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Yesterday I went to my first University level English class. It is a prose and fiction class, which I have been looking forward to taking. I was very sick last week and so I missed the first class, which kind of sucked because of course there was already homework, which I was unprepared for. I quickly read the stuff while the teacher talked... and I quickly learned that the teacher really likes

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This is directly influenced by The Zombieslayer... what can I say, you inspired me.Ok, so yesterday I flick on the Space channel and I find the latest Star Trek cash cow on, "Enterprise." I had heard that it was cancelled, and I was not surprised. I am not even sure of how long the show ran, I have watched maybe a handful of episodes, it just did not catch my attention at all. I have higher hopes

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King 

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The Darktower ~ by boehmke 

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This has been waiting too long.When I was 13 years old I found a copy of Stephen King's 'The Drawing of the Three', in a stack of book boxes in my fathers library. Anyone who has read the books knows right away that this, as book number 2, is a strange place to start my relationship with Roland of Gilead, partly eaten (well, nibbled on) and confused on the beach. None the less, as hard as I

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Sleep is such a wonderful thing, and you almost never really notice that until you can't seem to get any. I have been fortunate enough to not suffer from insomnia; I am generally someone who can sleep, even if not ultra deeply. The worst sleep deprivation I have had in my life is definitely due to having a child.For the first year at least, sleep is a golden thing... almost forgotten but never

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If you haven't seen The Notebook, do it now! I put off renting this romantic movie for quite some time mainly because I was 'put off' by the cover. Honestly a cover where two people are kissing in the rain is about as meaningful to me as a cover with a sexy chick holding a gun; a little too predictable for my taste. This is definitely one of those cases that gives any kind of meaning to a gem

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Well I am back. It's taken me a while, but life is so full and crazy sometimes that finding time to blog is just not easy. Time and heart I guess. I am fairly tired of living with that feeling of urgency and confusion and about ready to get to some semblance of feeling blissfully 'normal'. I am told by my father that when I make big changes, it is never easy (I like to think its not easy for

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My life has taken me on another wild ride. Looking from the outside, it looks as if I were just walking along when a delivery truck just slammed into me. I could hardly see it coming from the inside and many people will not have seen it coming at all. Now on the other side of it, well not quite but definitely on my way, I can see all the warnings, like bright fluorescent neon signs.Sometimes I

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I just spent five days in Jasper with my best friend, who I have not seen in four years. The visit was great, really honestly an excellent time... except for the cigarettes. She smokes a lot, and I have lived in a non-smoking house for about 10 years now... in a non-smoking province it seems. I have been back to Ontario many times since my escape out west when I was 16, and people still smoke

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About a month ago I finished reading The Lovely Bones, by Alice Siebold, and I have been having a lot of trouble getting into another book since that one. Sometimes I have this problem, when I finish a book, it takes me a while to get into a new one. In this case its not so surprising because the Lovely Bones was such an incredible book.It was a Christmas present last year, which sat beside my

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Today is my son's last day of grade one. How exciting is that?! He is finished his second full year of school, and this summer probably looks as sweet as chocolate ice-cream to him. Last year when he finished Kindegarten, it was nice, but before K., he had always had time to himself, so it didn't seem such a big deal. This year though, free-time finally has some meaning and I think he is very

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mascarade 

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I disappeared again into the mountains for a few days. I am sure some of you noticed, and this time it was for a very good reason. Besides the best party of the year, the summer solstice, it was my birthday. I have been attending this solstice party for 10 years now, and one of my favorite things about it is that it is my birthday party. It is an awesome thing to have a birthday party that lasts

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Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if people were healthy? Can you picture it in your mind? Just try, for a moment, to envision the people around you as healthy, fulfilled individuals. Its not a very easy thing to imagine I think. Sure maybe we can see one or two, a few of our loved ones smiling, laughing being productive. But what about the entire planet?Is it possible, do you think

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The last few days have been hot... so hot that any bit of clothing feels too heavy and restricting, but alas a city dweller does not easily enjoy the cool refreshment of the wind on unclothed skin. Nudity is one more mountain luxury I miss here. I love the summer, born on the solstice actually, but this dry heat is enough to make anyone go mad.I set up the kids pool in the backyard, thigh high

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I am back. You didn't even know I was gone did you? I escaped into the mountains again, ahhh back into the silence and fresh air. The stars out there are magnificent. All of you in cities can go outside your home at night and look up into the sky and what do you see? You might see a few major constellations, a hint of white glow that is the milky way, maybe even a nebula or two, but when you turn

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Honoring the Goddess 

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In the mists of the Summer Sea 

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I have a friend, Morgan, who is perpetually bad with money. She wants a lot though (don't we all) and so she is often getting herself way in over head. That would be fine except that when the people she owes eventually come looking for payment, Morgan often gets her back up, as if they should somehow care if she's got other bills to pay.Her boyfriend, Brad, would be a waste of skin if he wasn't

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the horned one 

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One day as I wandered a path in the forest, I came across a radiant crimson flower. The deep red petals called to me in a way I could not ignore, and as I got closer I began to hear a song drifting through the trees. The melody was haunting and so lovely it made my heart ache with an unknown longing. The petals of the flower were open wide to the sunlight and when I finally reached the place

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white crescent moon 

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the black crescent moon 

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yum yum 

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magnificent 

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I would have to say that the sex dreams of my life have been some of the greatest, some of the weirdest and generally some of the most revealing dreams of my life. I had one just the other night that involved a professor ( of mine) and a girl I do not know. It was especially strange because it took place in a classroom. Talk about naked at school dreams, although this was the first of those kind

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Roland of Gilead 

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my cousin's first taste of paradise 

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I escaped from the city as soon as my final exam was over. Packed up the car and the son and cruised the two and a half hour drive into the glorious mountains. Ahhhhhhh. As soon as we got there I could feel the stress and hype of the city being blown away on the fragrant wind. The balsam root are flowering and so every where I looked there were speckles of bright sunshine yellow covering the

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I recently joined suicide girls, no I did not become one of the SG's but I am a memebr now which means I get to stretch my voyeuristic tendancies and feast on the flesh of gorgeous women. Not just any gorgeous women either... I am not into the pamela anderson/jessica simpson type... they are commercial barbie dolls that I don't even get to dress up. My taste has always been the Angelina Jolie

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magic moon 

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Well this is a new experience for me. To study. I don't think I really did much of it in highschool, I was just too busy with life. It was strange to me that any teenager could actually live school as their life... but then most teenagers, at that time anyway, were not like me. I went to a different highschool for every year, sometimes changing after one semester. It was... interesting. I started

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Ugh. I had the worst sleep last night... I spent hours trying to will myself to fall. Around 4:30am I finally did fall, and then my son and his sleep-over pal woke me up at 6:00am. My son has always been an early riser, I swear it used to be 5:30 every morning... ya think maybe he's destined to own a farm? This morning was dreadful, two 7yr old boys can maybe try hard to be quiet, but they

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the dark tower of my mind 

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Ode to Annabanana 

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The firs time I set eyes on her, she was short (only 7yrs old after all) skinny with blonde hair and scuffed knees. It wasn't until she smiled, unabashed, that I fell madly in love. My skinny blonde friend had the biggest brightest smile in the world, and she flashed it alot, accompanied by laughter, throughout our long, lovely years as kindred spirits.Those days we would fight over who would

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I used to be a mom who had an insane amount of freedom. Every other week my son would be with his father for a week. Equal parenting. I loved it, like I said I had more freedom then most mothers ever get. Not anymore. It's the price I payed to move to this city and go to university, we are too far away for my son to see his dad so often. It sucks all around really, Earen had to resort to

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will I or won't I? 

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I'm bummed. It sucks. The shitty thing about having a generally sunny disposition is that whenever you're not smiling or laughing or torturing your friends with your smart-assery, everyone immediatly says"whats wrong?" And even though I listen to other peoples issues as my chosen career, I'm not as into sharing mine with others... actually in those painful moments what I really want to do is beat

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"The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed."-Stephen King

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the goddess on my back 

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Every story that begins has to end. Even if it isn't a good or proper ending, it still gets terminated, the words stop going or the back cover shows up. Some stories are so great, we get attatched to them and secretly hope they'll never end, just go on and on unfolding new and exciting secrets along the way. Those are the stories that are our own... the ones that we identify with, cry and laugh

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don't fuck with me-I have a sword

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the fullness of the sky pressing down upon mea blanket of the deepest violetthrown carelessly about your shouldersthe scent... warm, delicious, yearningfull edible lips devouring my soultainted redmy hand a hungry explorerfeeding on your skin, tracing every unknown lineyou & meescapee's from the prisons of time and proprietythe endless sea of your eyesbeggingmy throbbing heart

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"My religion is simple, my religion is kindness..."-Dahli Lama

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Ok so here's the case as I see it. Research has shown that smoking over time can and will kill you. There are great debates over whether or not people should be allowed to kill themsleves, commit suicide. To choose to smoke is in essence choosing to kill yourself in this way. Many people may not agree, but only because they are afraid to die, and are addicted. Addicted; it doesn't mean to

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dancing in red

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Relating is one of the most important and common things we do as humans. From the moment we are concieved we have a relationship with our mothers, and we are born into her relationships with the world. It is no wonder that some people are excellent at relating, and some people can't get away quick enough. The thing is, relate we must. It is ALL relative and the only way to escape from it is

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the dark tower beckons 

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This is my first attempt at a blog, but please be patient. I am a writer, and have been ever since I was about 8 or 9... any serious writer knows that to write well you must read like hell. Well thats not so hard to do when you are me. My favorite types of books are fiction and fantasy, I guess its because when I first discovered the joy of books, I was young and wanted an escape from my life,

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