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Category: Beginnings
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Safe Word – "Pomegranate." I'm willing to entertain most anything, so the concept of Twin Flames has a lot of material with which to play. Therefore, my take on the whole Cosmic Twin Industry is that if one meets her/his missing portion of soul, spend wisely whatever time is allotted to you for this Divine…
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We interact with each other's mask(Parti Town gets brisk business)You only know the me I put onfor everyday wear Meat Is Where the Might IsThe shell is but a calling card 'Round and 'round we've been and never once have we gotten this trick right. Strange emotions and uncomfortable realizations equal the best we can…
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This is not our time. At most, we've been around the bend twice. Early days still to be well enough to collaborate. We'll just have to remember our safe word for the next time, and time after that, and one more time again. Each meet-up should prove to be more productive than the last. Even…
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Upside down cups, a potted plant and coins rattle-rub against a paperback at the bottom of my gunny sack. How's a girl supposed to ignore omens like that? — The Poet S. Three Weisenheimers got a message for us: Something can never come from nothing.I looked for the entrance. Paths would have been left to…
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Work? YES!Calling what you do A JOB?Work on changing that concept into your CALLING.Our journey begins with how we name a thing. QUICK FIRE CHALLENGE … THOUGHTS! I like being the only misfit in the room. However, now that I've stumbled upon the "Lost Continent," I'm considered downright square and prime fogey material compared to…
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I haven't heard anything official. He's just not here.Yeah, umm … there's a funny story about that.Who has the shekels to be zaftig?I can only capture your image during a downpour.What does it mean when people are upside down and objects look just right? More a love bite than a parting shot:The time I've spent…
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A pole climberA clownA grocery cart pusher wearing someone else's ringA girl who crossed the International Date LineAnd waited for you in a bar nobody else could findYou wrote her name recently in a book of receiptsHeartache and anger rearranged the letters taKe15 years and too many miles to matterWe walk on stage with nothing…
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Maybe this peace isn't completely soulless To pick up a pencil and scratch on a padis au courantI favor keys clacking and mispelled words makin' music without even tryin' I like your voice better in the Meditative Houreach breathA FlowerNo tensionNo tightropeNo walker Over turbulent water This journey has found its feet
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longing for the old countrywhere its inhabitants would eat your tender bellyand spit out what would be left of any backboneyou are neither just off the boatnor are you 15 quid short of the price needed for membershipyour contacts are clouded by a pretty shade of pussy willowwhile you struggle to juggle disparate worlds in…
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My tummy has been awash in warm, slightly pinchy rumblings for the past few weeks. Not acid reflux or indigestion, but rather an arousing twinge in the middle o' the breadbasket. It feels right. I know to trust that particular gut reaction. Bad vibes come at me all cold; sharp jabs in the lower back…
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