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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2015/03/remember-when-we-were-in-st-jean-and.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. All those golden summers, so far and so dizzyingly immediate, a collection of particular, unconfiscatable jewels to make me hold my breath. Look, honey, look: i don't have to go in the light, i don't have to hold the Light (as if i could contain it), because we are there. He loves you deeply. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

thebazil.blogspot.com

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/09/put-on-your-own-mask-first.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Put on your own mask first. But what is after? Tolle talks about the now. So did Annie. It is always now. And now has only the residues of before and only the tiny seeds of next, and we all wade through it, panning for gold . It has always been so far away, so foreign. And it is always right there. They're right, always. But they say it everywhere else, too, and in every language. The way you evolve further, now - where are you going? The more you change, do you stay the same?

thebazil.blogspot.com

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/12/write-my-own-fairytales.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Write my own fairytales. Act like i know my own fairytales. Remember how cold it always was upstairs? Remember how everything was always on the porch? Remember how i believed every word and every promise. I think at the time it was even the truth. Forgive them for that, liz. Everybody's doing their best. You believe that, on the good days. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/06/reason-806-i-love-my-neighborhood.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Reason #806 i love my neighborhood: nobody has to shave their legs to take the kid to a drag show in the park (especially in the rain). I know, i'm showing off. Yes but men who shave their legs look much more convincing when dressed in drag. Of course you dont need to shave your legs, since youre going in drag, you can dress up as a big strong man with big muscles and put on a fake beard and mustache. Then you can tell the kid, Whos your daddy?

thebazil.blogspot.com

scrawls.

http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/03/i-see-them-in-my-minds-eye-playing-over.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

thebazil.blogspot.com

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/04/somewhere-along-way-i-became-optimist.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Somewhere along the way i became an optimist. It all comes of following the Dalai Lama on Twitter - or, rather, it doesn't, but the other way round - and now, i see Precious. I do not know if they are supposed to be full of hope, if i should come out lighter than i went in. I cannot help but question this response. Any version of the old Leonard Cohen Hallelujah. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

thebazil.blogspot.com

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/07/walk-in-morning.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Walk in the morning. Safety in numbers, clots of commuters jaywalking across the big street. We are like birds together, sparrows fleeing. I am a cipher, a placeholder, carving the space around me with the points of my umbrella . I can trace my path back - i can follow it, i can follow it the whole way. This is invaluable. look there! Look there. this is what i have been talking about, the entire time. the colors, the shades, the. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

thebazil.blogspot.com

scrawls.

http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/08/breathe-and-let-light-fill-my-lungs-my.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Breathe, and let the light fill my lungs, my chest, clean, cold water. i write in circles and talk about the weather. You can't see your hand, six inches in front of your face: i remember those days. bad days, i tell you wut. They were all in paris, all together, all the expat-Modernists. have u sen paris? Not very factual on motorcycles either.

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2014/11/look-it-was-one-lapse-in-judgement.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. Look, it was one lapse in judgement. One thing. And, seeing as how everyone makes mistakes, liz, maybe be a little less harsh: it could be a mistake. I could call it a mistake, own up to that, acknowledge the oceans of shame and humiliation on my own map, and quit going all here-be-monsters. Not very factual on motorcycles either.

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http://thebazil.blogspot.com/2013/12/cheese-sandwich.html

Still cheaper than therapy*. I had a dream that my ex-husband introduced me to his new girlfriend, and his new girlfriend was a sculpted Croatian surfer dude with bleached tips. I did not know which pronoun set to use, which was awkward and embarrassing. Not very factual on motorcycles either.