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Welcome to my abode! If you like it nutty, you’ve come to the right place. If you have a penchant for the dramatics, then don’t look elsewhere. If the tingling of irksome pleasure tickles you, then verily I shall endeavour to give you a nudge and a wink. If, by any chance, you are seeking helpful tips on the art of word strewing, then please look away now. If you are searching for information on the travelling habits of gypsies, then please don’t waste your time here. You have been warned. Raven I am fla...
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November 9, 2014. November 9, 2014. Life in a hole of hollow expectancy. Shelved in a child’s fantasy. 8220;Up you go,” says the man. Of creamy, slimy, pompous clan. Looking forward to a day. Of heartless, broken, muddy clay. Sounds abound I hear. But upon my return they fade. If only I knew. Never would they smite ‘The Frame’. 8220;What you say? 8221; “What you mean? Questions a many, indulgence none. 8216;The Frame’ vanished in a cult of clerical clowns. Remnants smudged on their gory frowns. November ...
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An exercise on existing: May 2015
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An exercise on existing. The Trip Shop Project. Friday, May 29, 2015. We are the great danger. A cycle is to an end. Let it be old grief,. I am so tired. I cannot cry,. Clump up inside me. I've lost a shoe. I was and am afraid. My bones did and do ache. We are the great danger. Psyche is the great danger. How important is to know something about it, but we know nothing about it. Things learned from dreams. Saturday, May 16, 2015. The house of sure things. I built it around myself. They tell me you can.
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An exercise on existing: October 2014
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An exercise on existing. The Trip Shop Project. Monday, October 13, 2014. They say if you repeat a word. Up to three times a second. It was too soon for me to feel anything,. You never truly believed it. I add my love. To one hopeless sentence,. Make it my last. I find it hard these days. Labels: Letters to G. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Give me deliverance. From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love. View my complete profile. A Toad at heart. About a man or two Ive met.
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An exercise on existing: June 2014
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An exercise on existing. The Trip Shop Project. Sunday, June 29, 2014. When the things you love. Go all and each to a finger. In your right hand. On the other palm. I skip the twists. On your fate line. While tying the minor broken filaments. And fail to figure out. Shared with the Real Toads. Labels: Letters to G. Monday, June 23, 2014. I chase impressions of emptiness. With my eyes closed. And almost forget you're always saying. Which only cross this time. Yours and my shadow were close. It got so close.
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An exercise on existing: September 2014
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An exercise on existing. The Trip Shop Project. Sunday, September 28, 2014. The people I love away from me. There has been too much heat. And too little shade these days. You find neighbors in their porches. Talking politics and having lemonade. We now plant people like trees. They grow arms as long as branches. Which still fail to touch the clouds. But make great hangers for hopes. Bring the canary back into the house by nightfall. Says your last note. Forgiving the creature for it cannot sing. This wil...
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An exercise on existing: Losing hope
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An exercise on existing. The Trip Shop Project. Monday, July 27, 2015. I lie about my scar. Had I gotten it for being brave. Rather than stupid,. Had I repeated courage. Read each other well. He looks at me. Once every six months. I live a little. Die a little. I replace pain with silence. But my heart is so tired. I am so tired.). Labels: Letters to G. I know that tired feeling, Kenia. I replace pain with silence. I remember. What I know.there are much happier days ahead. View my complete profile. What ...
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