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Category: The Journey
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You are starting over and you're happy to do it. There is no time like that one time which should have passed in a jiffy but is in continuous playback mode. No change in sight. Pull loops tight on circuitous thoughts. Don't fear the plateau. It's a springboard into the unknown. And here's a complimentary…
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Pepper.Mixed with ink. Throughline – Commuter spills it. Signs.Used to confuse.
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But why is it comfortable to be numb? No one likes to think of herself as a dolt. You need to trust your senses when top secret messages fall from the sky. How else are we supposed to figure out the meaning of life? Don't you want to know? Do you find any of this…
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I am a visitor here. When will the walls start to talk? Lines must be down; a widespread outage. No wonder the stars are burning at 30%. With so little light to go by, the question remains: Will I grow feet or wings, and where would those things take me? I see the pit, the…
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She doesn't think I see her, but I do. Oh, I do. The ramshackle lady in flimsy pink flip-flops is a ghost. Is a ghost. We all haunt the places we miss the most. Even when the body is bound up by the present day, the spirit struggles to have its way. It asks: "Is…
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Just when I say I'll get a new lens to look through (in the hopes of seeing something new) a bird (a big one with a 6-foot wingspan) swoops out of nowhere (o.k. – swoops down from the snag I walk by every a.m.) and squawks in my face: "It's like this, little chicken;…
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A one-way fandomThe passive act of dreamspeakVicarious Me Injurious You Reflections make safe idolsA warped and torn faith
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It's going to take years to untangle the knot, so get used to inconclusive results. The words'll sound right but won't jibe with the idea. Or, the idea will feel like a hot poker jabbed in your belly, but you've lost your last coherent sentence. Years, I'm telling you. And you're going to end up…
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You need to spend a lot of alone time to figure shit out. Like, for example, is anything random? If you could hover above a topographical map of where you've been (and where you haven't been) because of decisions made, you'd see little black ants fanning out toward all sorts of possibilities. In that sprawling,…
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blip says: don't feel like it's a slap in the face. it's nothing but a donut in the hole. if betsy needs to come back to earth pretend you're unaware the air is so thin up there. no one cares for know-it-alls. fading star power left a churning, swirling whirligig in its wake that ate…
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