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July | 2007 | creating patterns
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Of time, space, memories and imagination. Archive for July, 2007. Laquo; Older Entries. On July 31, 2007 by Mike Rosales. I left the envelope in a friend’s room. it was nothing to do with him, save his presence. he read it and felt ashamed. On July 29, 2007 by Mike Rosales. Regrets and disillusionment mean nothing to me; they are a want forgotten. I hear it, alert. Perhaps it is an old lover, i think: mistaken and apologetic, knocking at my door to seek reconciliation, friendship and physical warmth.
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The Drama of Existence: U2 at the 2002 Super Bowl
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Wednesday, January 03, 2007. U2 at the 2002 Super Bowl. Thanks to YouTube, I can finally watch this again after four years. I still remember the first time I saw it. It is perhaps the most powerful and moving live performance ever:. January 03, 2007 12:08 PM. The li...
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The Drama of Existence: November 2006
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Friday, November 24, 2006. I know this is a day late, but with the Thanksgiving spirit in mind, I'd like to say thank you to all the amazing people in my life.and I hope you know who you are. I realize that I miss it. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Life of the Beloved.
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The Drama of Existence: January 2007
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Sunday, January 07, 2007. That changed your life:. A Soldier of the Great War. You've read more than once:. Oliver Button is a Sissy. You'd want on a desert island:. That made you laugh:. The Secret Life of Bees. That made you cry:. You wish you had written:. 13 Bon...
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October | 2007 | creating patterns
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Of time, space, memories and imagination. Archive for October, 2007. Laquo; Older Entries. On October 31, 2007 by Mike Rosales. The notebook is an improvement upon the art of living. 8212; jorgen leth. The act of suspense and forced delay is the tangible endorsement of spontaneity: the silence before the scratch of the writer’s pen. But it is more than this. this is not so much running away, as running to a vantage point in order to photograph the old life. So then, the madness returns! Did it ever leave?
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September | 2007 | creating patterns
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Of time, space, memories and imagination. Archive for September, 2007. Laquo; Older Entries. On September 30, 2007 by Mike Rosales. But don’t get me wrong, i don’t need you. And at times i even feel slightly weakened by you, but i don’t need you and this journey isn’t too bad. I think of someone again and again, even while i’m thinking of you, dear travelling companion. i even talk to that someone, as if that isn’t enough. Those words again: i like you. Suicide bodies go missing. The first time,. I love ...
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January | 2008 | creating patterns
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Of time, space, memories and imagination. Archive for January, 2008. Laquo; Older Entries. On January 30, 2008 by Mike Rosales. Man goes to the doctor. 8220;doctor,” he says, “my friend thinks he is a chicken.”. 8221; says the doctor. “then you must get him to come and see me immediately! 8220;i can’t,” says the man. 8220;we need the eggs.”. On January 26, 2008 by Mike Rosales. To hate a word is nonsense but to regret it is conscious, and i regret buxom. But you were. beautiful, too. It says so here.
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The Drama of Existence: July 2008
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Sunday, July 20, 2008. Back After a Long Absence. I'm excited to get back into the world of blogging. It's hard to believe that I've been at it for almost three years. Thanks for hanging in there! Coming next: summer movie reviews. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Who ar...
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The Drama of Existence: August 2006
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Tuesday, August 29, 2006. Also today I had an 'audition' for chamber music, and started the process for my music minor. I'm very happy to be able to continue music, so I'll let y'all know how that goes. Monday, August 21, 2006. My Last Week at Home. I don't know if ...
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The Drama of Existence: Love Song
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The Drama of Existence. You have made us for Yourself, And my heart is restless until it rests in You. When I am completely united to You, There will be no more sorrow or trials. Entirely full of You, my life will be complete. -St. Augustine. Thursday, July 05, 2007. By Rainer Maria Rilke. How can I keep my soul in me, so that. It doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise. It high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote. Lost objects, in some dark and silent place.
