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documentation: March 2008
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Thursday, March 20, 2008. My hair looks good today. I've moved three times now because the bees here seem to be following me in my every move, it's a little hot, and the dishwasher splashed water all over me through the window in which he was washing and beneath which i was sitting, but it would be difficult to make me more peaceful. Of course, yes, this life is only just one inch in a mile worth of span-extension chord. What does it matter to do anything? So, on to trying new things, eh?
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documentation
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Monday, August 4, 2008. We drove an hour out to Hamilton pool last weekend. As we drove farther into the hill country, our expectations soared. Big trees, rolling hills, vast country-side. We were all wearing our swimsuits and watery hiking shoes. As we drew closer, we realized our fate. PARASITES IN THE WATER. As we drew closer, we realized our fate. NO WATER. . From now on, I'm keeping an eye on the weather forecast. . And, this week looks like rain. Hallelujah. That is so terrible! Til We Have Faces.
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documentation: Week ONE: Update ONE
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Monday, July 7, 2008. Week ONE: Update ONE. Surprises are wonderful: . A wonderful new read. A perfect porch nap, disturbed only by a passing train. Even I benefited from your day- hearing about it was lovely. July 9, 2008 at 10:07 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Secret Life of Bees. Til We Have Faces. To Kill a Mockingbird.
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documentation: December 2008
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Monday, December 22, 2008. A funny thing happens when you get engaged. There is some sort of newness that is brought into your life, a newness of self and desire. Life is no longer lived for myself, but with another in mind. Life is no longer based on my successes or my failures. Life is aimed at becoming one with my other. . Preston proposed at the top of the Continental Divide in Colorado. As we looked out on the beautiful mountain scenery, encased in fresh snow and diamond dust, we wept and clung ...
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documentation: November 2007
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Thursday, November 15, 2007. What we gonna do now? My body aches and i feel it in all sides. From my ears to my back i've been attacked. There's not room left for good. Or maybe the good i can let in. My soul whimpers with the mention of more. Where does it end, i want to know. If every person is invaluable. Then why can i not put a face to the name? Hunger replaces sadness replaces guilt replaces insignificance. I tried the whole "Satan does not rule over me," spill. And i feel hands grip my throat.
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documentation: September 2008
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Monday, September 29, 2008. Come, beloved season. So, my parents, in fleeing the hurricane that has ravaged the southern coast of Texas this month, including Montgomery, have found refuge in the likes of fall foliage, known best as an aspen tree. The beautiful leaves have, in the last few weeks, turned a sunny color of yellow-orange in the photograph they have sent us all reminds me of an autumn I never had. . To all of this reality, I say, "Come, you beloved season! Make me your lover! Til We Have Faces.
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documentation: For the sake of novelty
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008. For the sake of novelty. I need the kind of saving that requires a bloody war. I'm running out the back while its knockin' at my door. I have not agreed to take it or respect its passing blow. There is power, there is thunder, and I sell tickets to the show. Soon everything around me will be crumbling to dust and I would be returning to the ravages of lust.). I am in need of a savior. I am in need of a savior. For the sake of injustice, I have profited my own. Til We Have Faces.
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documentation: February 2008
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Friday, February 22, 2008. Tales from the creepiest building on campus. An update on me right-er now. I'm in a creepy hallway that reminds me of the school used in various teen-horror flicks as Swimfan, and, well others. Swimfan mostly. Did anyone else see that? Probably not. But, you never know. I think, now, more than ever, I'm afraid of a school shooting happening here. I'm surprised that, in the wake of recent tragedy at Virginia, copycats haven't targeted us yet. There was on...It happened in the 6...
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documentation: October 2008
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Wednesday, October 1, 2008. For the sake of novelty. I need the kind of saving that requires a bloody war. I'm running out the back while its knockin' at my door. I have not agreed to take it or respect its passing blow. There is power, there is thunder, and I sell tickets to the show. Soon everything around me will be crumbling to dust and I would be returning to the ravages of lust.). I am in need of a savior. I am in need of a savior. For the sake of injustice, I have profited my own. Til We Have Faces.
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documentation: December 2007
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Monday, December 31, 2007. Hands up, guns out, represent the World Town.". Sunday, December 30, 2007. Crashing into the places. That are most virgin. White and pure, quiet. Nothing is heard around me. Not the cry of those. Who might not see it. All they might hear is bloody. And rare and broken. Silence here and there. Echoes of the dark affaires. The world breaks apart. You think it's tough now,". Well come to Africa," now. Drums unheard through pine. Tuesday, December 25, 2007. I want to start a band.
