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Category: Luck
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As I embark on the transformation to became a vampire, I've been advised by my coven leader to invest in high-quality headphones. 'Tis a sound bit of advice, but I shall use my fake awake time to complete my masterwork. (Attention reader for whom this Resonates: An eyebrow arched above a pair of horn-rims means…
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– Stir the pot. – Leave. – Repeat. My takeaways from the pep rally are: 1.) Expect a shortened lifespan for having spent so much time on my ass, and;2.) I stayed for the people. It is difficult to get all rah-rah-sisboombah about swapping out the signage since Harvey & Irma came to visit. Think…
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we build high-rises in the rushes and wonder why our socks are wet channel deeplive to breatherecederepeat the onrush of knowing makes us question the answer
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Little Ghostly Dirt Girl encourages you to continue to shout into the void. The message may not always make sense, but it is received in ways beyond your limited ability to prognosticate. All you need to do is remain faithful to what's percolating in your belly. So you're searching for Truth and Beauty? Truth is…
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Hey Phil, I don't care you are a forerunner on the Fake News front. Good on ya, I say. You made a few coins, picked up a loyal batch of readers, and pulled one over on those who thought they picked up a few IQ points reading your hinterland dispatches. Though I will never know…
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"You always ask me. But what about you? Why are you here?" "For the paycheck. But seriously … I'm here to be me and shine a light in dark places. Like this office. Plus I'm a runner and need to learn how to do that surrender thing. Yeah, life lessons. To learn them so I…
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A fistful of feathers will get us up and over and down the mountain, but all that downy comfort may not a transformative journey make. What's the sense in descending upon a foregone conclusion? We are explorers with our manila envelopes crammed with crumpled notes, extra pair of socks and love of getting lost. We…
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Unless one is a pie crust, being flaky is not an admirable trait. It's like this: you are smart and capable, and have no sense of time at all. You definitely run on your own schedule and have a knack for pulling off the disappearing act. "Hey, did Lance just leave without saying anything?" "Who…
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The last big water I bathed in was the Grand Prismatic. It was during that soak I awoke with the following knowledge: I can raise my vibration as high as my thighs. Flukes don't like hot sauce.Never trust a coyote propelled by pulleys and ropes.The key to beautiful skin is someone else's.Plaid is The Path…
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The Sales Associate asked what I was doing with the couple pair of jeans I had draped across my left arm. "I'm on my way to the dressing room to try them on?" "Go ahead," she said, "but show me when you're ready." "Ok?" "Trust me. I know how to size people. It's my job.…
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