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my ill peripheral: Late summer hymnal
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. How quiet and soft this thing is. Life, our existence. And how maddeningly fragile. The does remain, holding the line, until long after the soul has departed and the other fawns have wandered off. The does wait. It is absolutely heart breaking. View my complete profile. For a good time, click:. My twin is a pro photographer. Save the earth by DIY.
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A Primate's Tale: 2006/01
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1When I was 7 or 8 I spent many hours dressed up as a traveling salesman. 2I still don't know what possessed me to do it. 3I'm in the mood for a cigarette tonight but I am resisting. 4I totally agree with Thoreau when he said that most men lead lives of quiet desperation. 5I'm finding it extremely difficult to write random things down about myself. 6I've been told that I am often too serious and intense. 7I find it painful to discuss inane pleasantries with people I hardly know. 11I like to bend the rules.
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my ill peripheral: October 2013
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. A coyote, not a deer. All of this swilling around inside my head on every mother fucking call for service and the soccer mom I stop for speeding wants to know why I'm wasting my time with her and not arresting a child molester. Some days are okay. Others are outright sacrilege. And I ask myself; what are you doing with your life? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it ...
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my ill peripheral: A coyote, not a deer
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. A coyote, not a deer. All of this swilling around inside my head on every mother fucking call for service and the soccer mom I stop for speeding wants to know why I'm wasting my time with her and not arresting a child molester. Some days are okay. Others are outright sacrilege. And I ask myself; what are you doing with your life? The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break, it kills. It kills the very...
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my ill peripheral: The importance of a blade of grass, of the wind rustling late summerleaves. (Thank you, Walt Whitman.)
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. The importance of a blade of grass, of the wind rustling late summer leaves. (Thank you, Walt Whitman.). Of the questions of these recurring,. Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,. Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless? Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,. Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,.
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my ill peripheral: February 2012
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. I hate that I can feel myself withdrawing inside myself and I hate even more that I have not yet figured out how to stop the introspection. My eyes are jaundiced and tired and raw and angry. The room was packed with bodies and the swirling heat made the room smell like a thrift store. There was a literal throng of people who had given up their Monday evening to engage in the lost art of civil disobedience. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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my ill peripheral: February 2011
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. God, we are sick, we are so sick. This is fucking creepy. I would be like that mother, and I would crawl in next to him too, if he were cold, and I would not be able to let go. Not ever. And I did not want those thoughts in my head, not there, not when I didn’t have on my uniform, or my gun. Because I didn’t think I would be able to flip the switch if I didn’t have those things. That I would be too human, and vulnerable. Can you please close the window to my corvette.
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my ill peripheral: Imperfect perfection
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. I am alone. I am that point of light you can just barely make out from thirty-five-thousand feet above, when you are flying from east to west at night and your pilot tells you, " below is Nebraska. And so I point my headlights into the black, and lurch forward. Endlessly. God must be around here. Somewhere. He turned, and continued down into the ravine. To exist is to keep moving forward. Nature will provide, and the body will adapt. It will just be. Save the earth by DIY.
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my ill peripheral: August 2015
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Hang on tightly, let go lightly. I am alone. I am that point of light you can just barely make out from thirty-five-thousand feet above, when you are flying from east to west at night and your pilot tells you, " below is Nebraska. And so I point my headlights into the black, and lurch forward. Endlessly. God must be around here. Somewhere. He turned, and continued down into the ravine. To exist is to keep moving forward. Nature will provide, and the body will adapt. It will just be. Save the earth by DIY.
