Semi-Daily Scribbles
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I see what you're talking about. That is a giant mirror up there on the hill. There we are! The shiny blindness seems sort of dangerous, though. You'd have thought they'd have thought it dangerous, too. They being the park builders and the committee that selected the sculptures. I know. Can a mirror be called…
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If you can't put a thought into words, then you're dancing in the big black empty. Yeah? I brewed a pot of peppermint tea. Here, let me pour you a cup. And if I don't get out of here soon for some water–I'm talking miles of the stuff–and some right proper dim sum I am…
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What lies on the other side of language? Por ejemplo: If a picture tells a story, does he expect me to understand what he is saying in the same way he does? If I take away my own, different meaning(s) from what I hear the picture telling me, it stands to reason I am no…
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Damn your fake tan and that white dress, too (the thing doesn't fit me and it looks worse on you.) Is this what our conversations have become? Insecurities are battering rams we use to knock down and bruise and negate one another. Three years of demolition and we can't come up with a plan. The…
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A month. A week, day, hour. The moment that just passed. We all sit beside the Wishing Pool. Oh cool giver of sustenance! I'd drink from you if the taste didn't drive me to excess. Excessively expressed, no less. Mesmerizing ripples and profundity for nights on end. The wish to be heard when I don't…
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A rock with a chip on her shoulder was told to slow her roll. The teller at the cloud bank was very clear when she told the rock what happens when a pebble or a boulder works its will and shapes its fate and forces fortune into a constrictive definition. The clear and concise message…
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To self-educate is way better than to self-medicate. And hey, a gal doesn't want to go through life as a thwarted intellectual, does she? Turn up the dial, amigos. Your community is waiting. So what if your feet haven't found anything solid on which to stand? Build your base and let time manage the project's…
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Initial mission? Sit down and see if you can deliberately dream. Float with a specific intention in mind. Go. So far, so-so? I have full confidence in you. (A note: there is always something you must fight through before you get the honor to fail spectacularly.) Left in the wake will be caskets filled with…
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Run after stuffwant and grovelall those pretty things …Butterfly wingsbeat against thepavementPaltry paymentnot worth the palpitationsFear the wordsAs aboveSo belowIntuitionMalnutritionAsk for deliverance fromIndecisionFulfillment is areckless passionBetter to laugh atall the bad influencesthat keep us coming back.
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Billie rolls up in her chair as quietly as she can, careful to avoid a clod of mud/shit and a beer can pyramid. She finds a vantage point and wedges her torso between the blossom-heavy branches of a red rhododendron. She imagines herself a stealthy forest sprite in search of a lost hiker to terrorize.…
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