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Wednesday, August 5, 2009. Failure is not all it's cracked up to be. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To all readers: Please don't judge me too harshly. I get enough of that treatment from myself. View my complete profile. My creativity thrives off of pain. So in a way, e. Failure is not all its cracked up to be. Its sanity I fear, because then I have something . Scott and Amanda Clawson.
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Maseguitar
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009. It's sanity I fear, because then I have something to lose. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). To all readers: Please don't judge me too harshly. I get enough of that treatment from myself. View my complete profile. My creativity thrives off of pain. So in a way, e. Failure is not all its cracked up to be. Its sanity I fear, because then I have something . Scott and Amanda Clawson.
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Maseguitar: August 2009
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Wednesday, August 5, 2009. My creativity thrives off of pain. So in a way, enjoying my art is a form a sadism. Failure is not all it's cracked up to be. It's sanity I fear, because then I have something to lose. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). To all readers: Please don't judge me too harshly. I get enough of that treatment from myself. View my complete profile. My creativity thrives off of pain. So in a way, e. Failure is not all its cracked up to be. Its sanity I fear, because then I have something .
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Maseguitar: June 2008
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Monday, June 2, 2008. A moment in Central Park. When people find they have dug themselves into a hole, some keep digging and others try and find a way out. I tend to try and bury myself. Go figure. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). To all readers: Please don't judge me too harshly. I get enough of that treatment from myself. View my complete profile. A moment in Central Park. Scott and Amanda Clawson.
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Maseguitar: September 2008
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Saturday, September 27, 2008. His thoughts go to the past. Love given freely now revoked. It's ok. I'd hate me too". Snapped back to the present. As his thought burn. Sometimes there aren't happy endings. To be faded then forgotten. His remembrance will be. As his life fades so does the pain. The panic of eternal rest. Coursing through his veins. No more asking why. The day hope died. And now his pain. Eternity to be spent. Drifting In and Out. People scream silently all the time. View my complete profile.
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The Mad Hatter's Damn Blog: Links
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For A Rainy Day. Afternoon Tea with Mum and Me. I Used To Drink Perfume. The Vegan Cooking Adventures of Meggie and Ben. The Wood Family Blog. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me and The BF. Free web hit counter. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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into the wood family: Humble Abode
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Saturday, July 31, 2010. So one of my favorite childhood memories is making Lego houses with my brothers and sisters. We would gather every piece of Lego that we had and create a mansion! We would have surveillance cameras, big screen tv's in every room, swivel chairs, gourmet kitchens, etc. They were pretty awesome! Well today I made my first Lego house with my boys! Come, take a tour! This is Luigi (because my kids are obsessed with Super Mario Bros right now), standing at the threshold of his new home.
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into the wood family: Tired....
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Wednesday, July 7, 2010. How do they do it? How do mothers survive? When all of their own resources are tapped and every child's needs still have to be fulfilled? How do I hold on when all I want to do is crawl back into bed and close my eyes and ears to the chaos around me? When every stomp down the hall and every whining request grinds at my brain! That was my answer, but the first few moments of excitement and anticipation are quickly pushed aside to 'He's kicking me! Who will fill my empty cup?
