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A first chapter.
well its is time. I have written quite a bit, which only amounts to 37k words. not even half of what I need for a true book. though the story is not at the end it is near that point…i think, I almost hope. I like the first chapter and have edited it to a…
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warm ups, ray Bradbury
lately I’ve been reading something wicked this way come. Which seems to be written more as a poem than a story. I enjoy his descriptions of things, I sometimes imitate that describing things by feeling rather than by site practice which he employs. I’m not sure if it makes for a good story though. The…
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ramblings while full of writers block.
Rich in terms of self proclaimed wit I carry myself up the hill of pride riding waves of caffeine to its summit. Behold, look upon the land and see that everything in the light is yours! But what of those places in the darkness? That valley of success, the halls of fame? No myself, You…
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Silliness the first word
For some reason when I sit down, pull up my chair, settle my hands upon the keys, take that breath, the release of which I will use to breathe life into a creation of words. For some reason the release of that breath always begins with “ Righteously”. When beginning a poem, my first thought…
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Warm ups, nonsense in practice.
Flatlining leads nowhere. Mundanewordsscatteredinordersofoperationsdeathatitsfinestshowsthatorderbecomesnonsense Peaks. Valleys. Contrast. Start to think my heart, breath breathed with my mind. I think in the free air and become lighter than the sky. I move faster than light and slower than space. Yetordermustbeimposed, ohhowtothinkhowtobreathhowtoflywhengrounded. That is why it is called an art. Balance is needed. Depth of spirit, straightness…
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excerpt from my story.
an excerpt from my story I am rather proud of, probably without cause. but I like it and I’m bored so here you go. You can roast my straw man views in the comments if you care to. Jasher and Micah were left alone in the observation bay as Uther walked out, showing only the…
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warm ups, Lo, unto thee thy self.
Lo, there is nothing new under the sun. This cynical thought is a disease that inspires sloth. Why create, masters have paced the ground you walk. You take joy, ha fool. What joy can you have in your amature whimsy. Begon thou, leave the arts, and do not return till you get a degree in…
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madness
probably the arrogance it would take to write poetry about a subject such as madness is itself a forum of the subject matter. I can only defend myself saying ” I was bored.” There now I cannot be accused of any insensitivity in a subject area where I have no experience only, theories thoughts and…
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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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a life in desperate pursuit of God.
The Puritans had it right. I often find myself looking back at the puritan roots of this country with a mixture of self-righteousness and pity. Those poor souls, trapped in a society of legalism. Don’t they know that the law is no more, that grace abounds, that it is for the freedom Christ has set…
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