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Trouble.Thinks: Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.
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Thursday, October 25, 2012. Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end. There came a time when the name no longer fit. The person who once was, is no more. Like a well-worn, faded pair of favourite jeans. Finally tossed in the trash,. Kicked to the curb. I believe that is what happened here. To new beginnings. and old jeans. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. A Thing of Beauty is Joy Forever. Celebrate Good Times YAll. Creepy. Just the way I like it. Find homes fo...
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Trouble.Thinks: May 2012
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Friday, May 4, 2012. Just Enough Dark To See. Tuesday, May 1, 2012. Just So. Wow. Drink a toast to the sun. To the things that never go. To the break of the day. That is all that I say. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Thing of Beauty is Joy Forever. Celebrate Good Times YAll. Creepy. Just the way I like it. Global Sunday Culinary Experiment. I am not a Vegan. One Bad Apple Spoils the Bunch. The Strange World We Live In. The Unconscious Mind Is The Deepest Part Of The Self. Buy a r...
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Trouble.Thinks: August 2012
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Friday, August 10, 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Artist, musician, photographer, poet, saint at heart, sinner in practice, animal-lovin, truth-seekin, hopeless romantic trying to carve out a meaningful existence who would rather be floating in the middle of the ocean listening to her lungs fill and deflate, but will settle for a beautiful life on the island of Vancouver. View my complete profile. A Thing of Beauty is Joy Forever. Celebrate Good Times YAll. Creepy. Just the way I like it. Live like a ...
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Trouble.Thinks: April 2012
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Sunday, April 29, 2012. It doesn’t interest me. What you do for a living. I want to know. What you ache for. And if you dare to dream. Of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me. How old you are. I want to know. If you will risk. Looking like a fool. For the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me. I want to know. If you have touched. The centre of your own sorrow. If you have been opened. By life’s betrayals. Or have become shrivelled and closed. From fear of further pain. I want t...
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Trouble.Thinks
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Sunday, April 29, 2012. It doesn’t interest me. What you do for a living. I want to know. What you ache for. And if you dare to dream. Of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me. How old you are. I want to know. If you will risk. Looking like a fool. For the adventure of being alive. It doesn’t interest me. I want to know. If you have touched. The centre of your own sorrow. If you have been opened. By life’s betrayals. Or have become shrivelled and closed. From fear of further pain. I want t...
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FAQ | Mysterious Dev
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What is Mysterious Developments? I ( Azriel Knight. Created Mysterious Developments, or MDev, to be a Blog and YouTube channel. Dedicated to finding, developing, and returning lost film to their owners. In the case of older photos, I am seeking images of historical importance. Who owns the photos? Have you found anyone as a result of the photos? I have found several people in just the first year! Updates are made when significant clues are made as well, as contributed by the reader. How can I help? Glads...
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Trouble.Thinks: October 2012
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Thursday, October 25, 2012. Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end. There came a time when the name no longer fit. The person who once was, is no more. Like a well-worn, faded pair of favourite jeans. Finally tossed in the trash,. Kicked to the curb. I believe that is what happened here. To new beginnings. and old jeans. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Thing of Beauty is Joy Forever. Celebrate Good Times YAll. Creepy. Just the way I like it. I am not a Vegan.
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Trouble.Thinks: January 2012
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Tuesday, January 31, 2012. But The Biggest Throbbing Question Of Alls. Another gem by Garfunkel and Oates. Sunday, January 29, 2012. Working Out Is The Best Form Of Therapy. Moments and things I've grasped lately have made a huge impact on my commitment and motivation to a healthy life:. 1 Create a vision. What do you want to achieve? 2 Find a mantra for when the going gets tough. Because it will get tough! Mentally and physically. And you will want to quit! No pain, no gain! I've turned my fridge into a...
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Trouble.Thinks: October 2011
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011. There is a Silence. 8220;In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.” Sylvia Plath. The Unconscious Mind Is The Deepest Part Of The Self. Friday, October 14, 2011. It is all a bit overwhelming. Artist, musician,...
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Trouble.Thinks: March 2012
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Tuesday, March 13, 2012. Friday, March 9, 2012. Between the Cracks She Slipped. There is a restlessness within. One to which I cannot transcend. A resonant ache lingers and deafens where the heart once beat euphonic. Who have I become. I am a wanderer of sorts. Circumnavigating past and present. Stumbling towards the unknown. A product of my disillusions. Head in the clouds, heart on my sleeve. The fate of the idealist, the romantic, the dreamer is mine. I love too much and too little too late. Artist, m...
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