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Just for the heck of it. Or maybe more. | A Lost Discoverer's Trail
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. A Lost Discoverer's Trail. Treading the path of self-discovery through experience, time, travel and people. . . Me, myself and I. Larr; Rising through Fall. My Path →. Just for the heck of it. Or maybe more. Had I stopped living? Had I lost my identity, my old ways? Anyhoo, today I am going to write. It has been just too long. Where do I start? Takeaway: I am alive. I am still me. I am still walking on the same path trying ...I wil...
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The last slice of… | Suburban Sounds
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8230;people bustling…trees rustling…. The last slice of…. So why do we not eat that perfectly palatable piece of pastry (nice alliteration, eh? Or any other food when all of its ‘friends and family’ are being digested? Are we scared that it might seek vengence, after what we did to its kin? Or is that we wish to display some kind of charade about our ‘manners’ or ‘consideration’ or ‘courtesy’ toward society? Or may I have it? This entry was posted on June 28, 2008 by Acousticity. June 29, 2008 at 7:16 am.
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That’s How He Lost His Marbles | Suburban Sounds
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8230;people bustling…trees rustling…. That’s How He Lost His Marbles. Until it was time for someone else to grow into it. Someone who watched from the sidelines. Who knew about the jar. He had a head-start, he thought. He tried to get in on the game. He wanted to win. Go from jar to jars. How hard could it be? Lose two today, but win four tomorrow, right? He thinks he can just buy them. As many as he likes. Then why doesn’t he? This entry was posted on August 13, 2013 by Acousticity. You are commenting u...
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April | 2015 | Suburban Sounds
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8230;people bustling…trees rustling…. Archive for April, 2015. She was a simple farmer’s girl, with a simple life in a simple world. She was bright as a star, sharp as a pin and worked really hard. On a bright sunny day, she went to the stable to feed the horses hay. And found her way to the pen where the sheep of the farm lay. 8220;To the pasture”, said the flock, and took her with, as they began to walk. As a mirthful child might, she frolicked about the sheep with no shepherd in sight. He was outfough...
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June | 2014 | Suburban Sounds
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8230;people bustling…trees rustling…. Archive for June, 2014. Did you know that first-class passengers need to wait the same amount of time as coach travellers when there is a flight delay? It’s true. After working hard all their lives, or collecting miles, they weren’t able to cut the delay for themselves. To the city in the first place. A flight that was delayed by three hours. June 15, 2014 Categories: Uncategorized. Blog at WordPress.com.
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January | 2011 | Expressions
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Just another new year. January 3, 2011. Happy new year everyone! And my blog is two years old with nothing really on it! This new year I have no resolution as usual. I never have. New year doesn’t really mark a new beginning of sorts for me. If good things happen, its a new beginning, anytime of the year. 2010 started at Hard Rock Cafe for me last time. Since then it’s been a happy, stressful, disappointing, hard, weird and satisfying not really in that order! Something that I saw in my mother’s ey...
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August | 2010 | Expressions
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August 19, 2010. She was lying there. Waves lashing out at her. She could taste the salt water. Black stains around her eyes of the kohl she just learnt to use. But that was the last thing fogging her mind right now. She swore at him. For the third time that day. She remembered how she grabbed her emergency bag and left home that morning. Why Why now. Why again. She remembered how he begged for forgiveness and how she was against it. Heart of gold, she thought. How heartless could a man be?
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Above and Beyond | Expressions
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25 things you may or may not know about me. May 9, 2010. Wounds make you shine again. Beauty is just skin deep. Coldest story ever told. Love is blind, deaf and dumb. You carry the eternal flame. When it is all over you will breathe again. Tame your wild wild heart. The damage is done so I guess I’ll be leaving. Can’t fight the moonlight. Falling in love is hard on the knees. You’re looking like you like what you see. Crash and burn. Burned with desire. You’re so damn sexy, when you’re mad. May 13, 2010.
