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Category: Time
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Saturn's had the upper hand these past three years. All sharp edges and rock hard resistance. Walking (and waking) would've been a hell of a lot easier if angles curved and moved out of the way. Surfaces have simply refused to yield. You can tell how swell of a time it's been by my bruised…
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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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time and being turnturn words backwards to hide crimes crimes of omission
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Hattie wears a watch that stopped ticking years ago. The face is a maze of spider veins and the band is dry and cracked. Hattie and her keepsake have a lot in common, and they both know better than to mark each slipping minute. Tomorrow has stretched beyond Hattie's reach, and yesterday is tied around…
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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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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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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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In a galaxy far, far away (i.e.: in one of time's many iterations) I am 12. I watch a new hope unfold. It is bigger than the screen in front of me. It surrounds and drowns out all other thoughts. The picture starts over at high noon so no one is late and no one…
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