Category: life
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The addictions of a blog
Posting anything, anywhere, at any time is an exercise in vanity. A flexing of those muscles of self-delusion and narcissism. The tumor of self love must be fed, and Ironically it feeds best off the love of others. Yet it cannot feast on real love. On those deepest closest friends who know my dark paths…
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Victory
I begin Up I shoot The sunfire rocks tells me of ease, “ Spend your strength here” Yet I save my strength, I twist and dance lightly griping with my hands, saving them. The first puzzle and past, I step with the lightness of a dancer. The grace of a bird flits in my hand…
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Connection
I have an interesting conception of the word friend and what it means. For the longest time I myself did not understand how exactly to express this. Simply understood that I had very few “friends” Though I had a host of acquaintances and I liked and enjoyed a majority of those acquaintances. But I did…
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Subtle signs, and failure to take them
Beating off the chaff In my youth I was a bright star, a simple child unused to the wiles of women. I have since learned. Though I possess no money, nor talent, nor beauty of form or face, they come. A small hoard, those lonely women who want, seek, crave, a man. Was It my…
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happy birthday.
Today is my birthday. Can there be a more depressing day in the year? Valentines day spent alone perhaps. I find the plaudits one receives on this day to be wholly undeserved. Birthdays should be changed, remodeled into a celebration of the women who bore us on those days. They are the ones who sweat…
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Future sight.
I have a tale to tell, all things in this tale are true, I exaggerate not at all. It is a tale of mundane magic, prophecies on a small scale. Deja vu. We have all lived and many of us have experienced that phenomenon called deja vu. A weird remembering of a moment that has…
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Hopelessly inept conversational agility.
Stepping on toes, stumbling through hedges. I fall upon my own sword before it is even drawn. A feat of such miraculous clumsiness it might be worth the telling. Oh words, why must you fail me. Friends of paper and ink flee me not. Yet words are not at fault, the great betrayer is the…
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Troubled teens and their charming manners.
I encountered a student the other day who was very belligerent. Though I do Work at a center for troubled teen boys, it is on the lighter end of the spectrum. Rare are the days students have to be restrained from hurting themselves or others. Rare are the days when students will cuss you out…
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