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Category: The Journey
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speak if you must but keep any messages tucked up under your skull. today is not a day to let one's tongue off the leash. restless, reluctant, and generally redundant is the emotional forecast for the week. what's been coming out of your mouth is a poor imitation of sincerity, and all your sensibilities are…
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Got another reminder today to get off the fence. That makes it Sign #9 for the week. You see, I'm stuck between decisions, i.e.: new road/old road, challenge/piece of cake, money/memories. I'm also wedged in pretty tight between this big blue sphere and The Void. So, yeah. Hop on off that parapet, say The Forces…
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Gen X here and I'm not grumpy. I'm happy we're no longer a hot topic of conversation, although I understand many of my compadres are now referred to as sandwiches. The way I see it, there are lots of people older and younger than I am who do a bang up job of chasing after…
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An upright knight has made an offer: "Ride into the hills with me." Flask in handHooves pounding sandHit the trail all romantic likeUnder the hot whitePocket full of starsAnd coins so brightThey chase down everyLast shadow. The night never stays for long. A stranger.An angel in cowboy boots and a 3-piece suit.A savior. Check the…
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My name is Reed Wallis. I live inside a faux bison hide tipi more than likely at the end of your street. I carve initials into things, like T.I.E. on the gray, axe bit-mangled post which supports your letterbox. I like ladies called George. One of them slipped me this on the back of a…
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The notion of truth (What is it? Where can I get some? Does it come in my size?) makes my head pound. I mean, we know truth when we see it, right? Ok, then. Give me your systems and processes and phenomena and I will show and/or tell you what is what. You can do…
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a breakthrough at 22completely forgotten by 60the work, at the time, was truetrue to an ideal that never quite fitbut tenacity was the whole point of itkeep rewinding those spools of thoughtuntil an answer breaks through the membranein random perspectives and cloudy horizonsabsolute mastery of nothing awaitssweetly we shall slip into non-existenceand rejoice in…
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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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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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