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The soul that lives within: Reflections + Raindrops
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The soul that lives within. Reflections of an Ageless Sojourner. An entry I wrote on August 14, 2011 (2:39AM). The Hind’s Feet on High Places”. Was a faithful companion that day and my imaginative goggles were on. Everything and plunge toward the earth. It must have been painful. The distance between the atmosphere and the earth could have been magnified a million times. They were falling, dying. Their journey was a long one. Both are unaware of their destinies. Two seeming deaths. In John 12:20-35, Jesu...
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The soul that lives within: Manalig ka.
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The soul that lives within. Reflections of an Ageless Sojourner. Asahan mo, mula ngayon pag-ibig ko'y sa'yo. Sundo by Imago (Berlin) on Grooveshark. Posted by Homo Unius Libri. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). City of God, Street of Love, Region of Faith, Philippines. A magnet for all kinds of deeper wonderment, a wunderkind, a ground-breaker, a Christ-following nomad and a heaven-bound alien. View my complete profile. Thoughts shoved beneath the bed. The Wilderness of Loneliness.
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The soul that lives within: DQS: De Quervain's Syndrome
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The soul that lives within. Reflections of an Ageless Sojourner. DQS: De Quervain's Syndrome. My left hand grew weaker too. I'm unable to grip well, let alone hold something heavier than an empty glass. I'm glad I'm right-handed which means I can still write with a pen with ease, one thing I rarely thanked God for in the past. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, “My grace. Is sufficient for you, for my power. Is made perfect in weakness. View my complete profile.
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The soul that lives within: 10/2011
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The soul that lives within. Reflections of an Ageless Sojourner. He said, "I will forget the dying faces;. The empty places,. They shall be filled again. O voices moaning deep within me, cease.". But vain the word; vain, vain:. Not in forgetting lieth peace. He said, "I will crowd action upon action. The strife of faction. Shall stir me and sustain;. O tears that drown the fire of Manhood cease. But vain the word; vain, vain:. Not in endeavor lieth peace. He said, "I will withdraw me and be quiet,. Poste...
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The Invaginated Nixie: September 2011
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Tuesday, September 6, 2011. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon. One wouldn't hesitate to go out and enjoy the gift of fair weather but to her, it was a cold and dark one. The skies were overcast with clouds of rust red that seemed to hold the weight of the world's tears. Then it poured.The sound of falling raindrops resounded the words she heard last. The sound of simultaneous drops were shooting in her ears like a resounding chorus of screams. Fuck off you airhead!
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The Invaginated Nixie: May 2010
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Friday, May 21, 2010. The Fool On The Hill. Yesterday, I suddenly found myself whistling to the tune of "The Fool On The Hill" by The Beatles. I never noticed how good the song was until I listened to the whole track. Well, look at that, I've been listening to this song ever since I was a wee boy and haven't realized how great it was until now. Day after day,. Alone on a hill,. The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still. But nobody wants to know him,.
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The Invaginated Nixie: December 2010
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Thursday, December 9, 2010. I told you so. Says Sound. XD Light's still hopeful and pushy, as expected. I love his "go for it! I bought a couple of new batteries to have my digicam work again so I can toy with it. Couple of pictures of things that occupy 95% of my waking time. Let's do something bloggers usually do. My makeshift stack bass amplifier using a cheap-ass restored 2.1 sound system and a guitar multi-effect pedal as a preamp. Its like having a bas...The c...
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The Invaginated Nixie: Some ambiguous crap by some drunk ass creep
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Tuesday, August 21, 2012. Some ambiguous crap by some drunk ass creep. Hopefully its just a matter of time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Some ambiguous crap by some drunk ass creep. Hakojou - Through the four corners of a box shape. A Probinsiyano's Journey Through Hell (Maynila: Sa mga Kuko ng Liwanag). Rarely have I ever been completely mesmerized by local Philippine movies, not that I'm saying the local movie scene sucks, but for three main reasons: O.
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The Invaginated Nixie: Auditory High: Post-Rock, Math-Rock
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Monday, January 9, 2012. Auditory High: Post-Rock, Math-Rock. Emotionally-charged, scenic music running through odd time signatures, catchy albeit weird melodies yet still manages to keep it all eargasmic. Tangled Hair - Cardboard Hilltop. Http:/ tangledhair.bandcamp.com/. Six Gallery - A Live Nativity Scene. Http:/ sixgallery.bandcamp.com/. Enemies - Robert Reid. Http:/ enemiesmusic.bandcamp.com/. This Town Needs Guns - If I Sit Still Maybe I'll Get Out Of Here.
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The Invaginated Nixie: August 2010
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Chronic Tales of the Idiot in his Box. Tuesday, August 3, 2010. Poetry in Three Minutes. Just stuff that popped in my head when my younger brother asked me to write a poem for his homework. Arise, awake to the morning's greeting. Upon my face, the sun is shining. Wake up, wake up sleepyhead. I tell you, it seems you've wet your bed. A running chill from my backbone. As I raise arms, yawn and groan. I hope today will turn out best. While I gargle away the stench of breath. Gramps, Is today feeling better?
