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Category: Human Nature
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It's not sinking in. The mess you made and the message left to explain it. Oil and what? Night and day are at it again. We may as well face facts: the world revolves around someone else's plan. Our best efforts to saturate the landscape with each other's blood isn't going to change the course…
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Is anyone surprised by anything anymore? I think we've all become really good at being caught unawares for show. A pantomime of sorts to convey the general look and feel of what it once meant to be bowled over. For example: "Wow! I've never seen/heard/tasted anything like that before!" Or, "Truthfully speaking, I can't tell…
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there are days when the book is best kept shut–just keep swimming—just keep swimming–and let others debate the definition of WIN. LOSS. reality is subjective. every dreamer is a champion and mediocrity is a !#@$%*& expletive. televise this. ready-set-tell me what you see. describe where it hurts. empires are built in the span of five…
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Broken messages have been discovered. They lie in pieces on the closet floor waiting to be recovered. A busted hinge, bloodstains on the carpet, a chalk outline, the town's on fire. Let's put on a good show now that the whole world's watching. Should make us a shoe in for a Lifetime Achievement award.
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The smile is stretched tight across my face. Fake. Fake. Fake. A guiding light pools up around my feet. Jump in. There goes another flash of brilliance and I'm on the wrong side of the lens. Can't get any closer or else you'd be me. I didn't eat today but I'm well-heeled. I am always…
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action trapped in doubt overthink each easy piece skate around the truth
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Detach from the plan because the plan is all you think about. You've given the plan all your power and now it's become a greater force than you are. I hope that wasn't the plan. Have you given away your last original thought, too? Some gifts are meant to be kept out of sight. I don't…
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I see what you've done. How clever to turn pain and repressed memories into a cottage industry. Now what? Do you expect the same old monster mash-ups to keep the mobs from breaking down your door? Which, come to mention it, lay off the ringer, will you? There is no invitation forthcoming. You will not…
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There's magic stoppered in those dark shiny bottles. Thing is, not everyone gets a swig of the wisdom. A lot of folks swallow the hook and well-rehearsed line and thank their luckies they sidestepped the pain. Little secret? The pain is what loosens our spines and gets us up on out of here. Here is…
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focus don't force. emit don't absorb. aspire don't retire. reflect don't project. Her fingers were red and calloused from the long needle and the heavy thread. Day turned to night without Darla Varney's permission. No wonder her eyes were red and dry. The strain was no good at all, so Darla turned on the floor…
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