Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: Observations
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Shit blocks our sight lineschoke on a thought you forgotdare to tear my heart.Then comes the hard partconstruction ruins the viewI speak one true word.We move with the herdhome is more an attitudeshoved inside a box.
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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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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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So after the Swing Sisters rope and yodel their way through the dictionary with harp and hand saw, a palate cleanser is needed. Ah, I spy the goddess in position under the harsh, hot spotlight. She's a spray-painted vision in red. The goddess spins on pedicured toes and recites Joyce in her nasally voice and…
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competing voicesvolatile spring sings loudestlightningchorusbridge
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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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