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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: March 2010
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, March 2, 2010. Were all the same. We fall for pretty strangers. Those sly American princes. And the promises they hold. They say they can sing a love song. Monday, March 1, 2010.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: August 2011
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Wednesday, August 24, 2011. We think about it. Lose sleep worrying about it. Love is a promise. When we don't have it. We search for it. When we do have it. But fear losing it.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2010
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Monday, July 26, 2010. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Is my one star in the sky. To wish for you everyday. And even though I know. It helps to think that. We might be wishing. In your alr...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2011
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 19, 2011. It All Ends Here. Thank you, Harry. For everything. Labels: i fucking love harry potter. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. It All Ends Here.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: A Chance Encounter
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Thursday, July 22, 2010. Five mintutes until take-off folks." The pilots voice rang loud and clear through the cabin. She took her place in the aisle seat and settled in for a long ride.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: July 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, July 21, 2009. In the heat of the night. They forgot about the children. All four of them. Lucy, Paul, Daniel and Penelope. Left to fend for themselves. And the four children.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: April 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Wednesday, April 8, 2009. The Road Not Taken. There's a time and place for many things. But there's also a time. When things are best left. These times are criticall. Or do you think.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: August 2008
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Sunday, August 31, 2008. A broken body full of pain. Because of you my heart was renched apart. Why did you have to leave me. I know you probably had no choice. But everyone has a choice.
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Monday, July 26, 2010. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. Is my one star in the sky. To wish for you everyday. And even though I know. It helps to think that. We might be wishing. Picture Win...
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff: January 2009
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Do Stuff, Write Stuff. I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart. Tuesday, January 27, 2009. Couldn't finish it cuz my brother was singing at the top of his lungs just to annoy me. Just waiting to be opened. The way they seem to speak. I know that life.
