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Musings After Morocco: July 2011
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Saturday, July 23, 2011. She's got a secret surname that nobody knows, with the most gorgeous hyphen-you wouldn't believe the way it glows. I was born into some factualization, suburbanization, edification, call it what you will. There is a new light inside of me that feels right and good and natural. Here's to old friends and new, and Friday night Hive dinners, and Saturday plans of composting, communicating, and DIYfesting. Sunday, July 3, 2011. The Devil and God reside inside All. In a creamy oreo sea.
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Musings After Morocco: August 2011
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Wednesday, August 3, 2011. In another time and place.". I can tell that we are gonna stay friends. This'll be the day that I live. This'll be the day that I thrive. This'll be the day that I sur-vive! This'll be the day that I live. Fell in love with a reservation girl/at the time of the sugar beet harvest'. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). This is not an Exit: Overcoming Inertia Through Common Sense. In another time and place. View my complete profile. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Musings After Morocco: the Devil and God reside inside All
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Sunday, July 3, 2011. The Devil and God reside inside All. You're shouting so loud, you barely enjoy this broken thing. You're a song that's never sung, is what I say. You can only blame yourself. It's hard to be the better man. But should we stop, and take her with us, for all our time. Say hello to an old friend. Not mine. She is sitting in the corner now, a little bleary with far away eyes. Her ice cream cake lay discarded, an iceberg of cookie and cake. In a creamy oreo sea. Flipped her bangs and.
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Musings After Morocco: Sunrise in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011. Sunrise in Mount Pleasant, South Carolina. The sun also rises over the intracoastal waterway in SC. The landscape slowly steadily emerging in this cool morning light. The sky was a rainbow near perfect progression of ROYGBIV from the clouds at the horizon and moving up. Great towering cartoonish shapes rise in that band of gray-blue clouds, abstract statues and players ushering in the day. Above them the sky keeps changing, some artist's palate progressing- more light, more...
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Musings After Morocco: JohnJuneJackson
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Friday, October 21, 2011. Hey will you sing a song with me. I'd be very pleased to sing a song with you. You sure look nice. Thank you, I'm glad to be back in Folsom. Boy, I like, hah ha, I like to watch you talk. I'm talkin' with my mouth, haha. Heh, let's sing a song. We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.". Labels: Folsom Prison Blues. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is not an Exit: Overcoming Inertia Through Common Sense. Tres Semanos en Puerto Rico. View my complete profile.
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Musings After Morocco: October 2011
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Sunday, October 23, 2011. Tres Semanos en Puerto Rico. All of the coffee is espresso. I'm not sure if there is a word for decaf. School buses are privately owned and generally tricked out with chrome, painted accents, and stylized scripts. I expect hydraulics and subwoofers in the near future. Traffic laws are casually observed by some, especially in the pre-dawn hours. Talking with food in the mouth is more acceptable. I am generally without a shirt around the house. Friday, October 21, 2011. Hey will y...
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Musings After Morocco: December 2010
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Friday, December 24, 2010. Christopher Hedges David Foster Wallace. David Hedges Foster Christopher Wallace. no, not my new law firm. Wallace's voluminous essays make my mind race make me read with a dictionary at hand put my brain to work. the man speaks volumes of truth dissecting everything, he articulates some of my greatest fears and fascination with exquisite exhaustive extradetails. Chris Hedges shouted at me when I walked in the French doors. squawked from the ibm. Thursday, December 23, 2010.
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Musings After Morocco: Tres Semanos en Puerto Rico
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Sunday, October 23, 2011. Tres Semanos en Puerto Rico. All of the coffee is espresso. I'm not sure if there is a word for decaf. School buses are privately owned and generally tricked out with chrome, painted accents, and stylized scripts. I expect hydraulics and subwoofers in the near future. Traffic laws are casually observed by some, especially in the pre-dawn hours. Talking with food in the mouth is more acceptable. I am generally without a shirt around the house. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Musings After Morocco: March 2011
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Saturday, March 26, 2011. Corporatizing and normalizing radical ideals is nothing new. Terms are co-opted all the time, but that does not make it right. My first thought: prove that organic agriculture cannot feed the world. 2nd: got a better idea? I got my pedicab license today. Friday, March 11, 2011. Remember remember the 5th of December," she chanted singsong. Without breaking gaze from telescreen, "What's that mean? It's from that V for Vendetta movie.". Consent absentmindedly{oh, so good}". I mean ...
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Musings After Morocco: November 2011
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Tuesday, November 1, 2011. The Rain in Las Marias. There are patterns and trends to these weather events. The rains roll in from roughly the same direction almost every day this time of the year, between the hours of 1 and 4pm. Large drops try in vain to pummel the banana leaves into submission but they persist, providing a bit of shelter to those who seek it. I heed the weather's pull, enjoy the refreshing mist pushed in under the porch roof, and relax. Tropical rain storms cleanse my soul. The sun also...