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Category: Contemplation
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A distressed blessing luck is. Some say you make your own, while others believe luck owns your backside for life. Speaking of which, life is said to have a purpose. Luck says: "Hang on there, partner. Everything depends on which side of the shadow you're from." There's a lesson embedded somewhere on this page about…
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The Search for Happiness is a popular pastime. We all look for the path that'll lead us to Happyville. So now comes the sad part of this tale. Many of us walk right past the trailhead. Sometimes we trip on the welcome mat and don't even stop to see what put the stutter in our…
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Everything's a movie. Just buy a bloody shirt already. Who needs the song and dance? It's not necessary to make a big production out of a daily (for most folks, anyway) habit. Yes, one should cover her bits. And yes, choosing items for one's wardrobe can be fun. I'm not totally thumbing my nose at…
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What if I told you there is no such thing as darkness? Try "a deeper shade of light" on for size. It's a nice image to play with, at any rate. There are a lot of different ways to get from Here to There (and Here is just as good as There so what's your…
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Saturn's had the upper hand these past three years. All sharp edges and rock hard resistance. Walking (and waking) would've been a hell of a lot easier if angles curved and moved out of the way. Surfaces have simply refused to yield. You can tell how swell of a time it's been by my bruised…
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speak if you must but keep any messages tucked up under your skull. today is not a day to let one's tongue off the leash. restless, reluctant, and generally redundant is the emotional forecast for the week. what's been coming out of your mouth is a poor imitation of sincerity, and all your sensibilities are…
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Got another reminder today to get off the fence. That makes it Sign #9 for the week. You see, I'm stuck between decisions, i.e.: new road/old road, challenge/piece of cake, money/memories. I'm also wedged in pretty tight between this big blue sphere and The Void. So, yeah. Hop on off that parapet, say The Forces…
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What Edwina did was write a 19th century-style novel praising the CTW and readers never noticed or didn't care. The easily impressed and highly enthusiastic masses cried: This book is amazing! However, when one's main character is emotionally dependent on others, intellectually incurious, and ill-equipped to think critically, we may as well root for the…
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…and therefore Constable Excessive-Force was instructed that teenage girls in bathing suits (neon floral and other such summery motifs) pose a most grievous threat. Why, the concealment of weapons beneath all manner of itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenies is a public safety calamity! The only action available to Constable Excessive-Force, one in which he had intensive training, was…
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"Ok, I'll concede the point," Stevie said in-between bites of a pineapple and Gruyère sandwich on banana bread, "but what I was trying to get you to understand is magic is made up of words, words are found in books, books are a nifty and convenient delivery system for language. Language creates worlds where magic…
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