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**Girl on the Blog**
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Girl on the Blog*. Monday, December 12, 2005. How Well Do You Know. I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend. We had a blast at our Christmas Party. My visit with Eugene. Was a very good one. I didn't get to go shopping on Sunday. My son had a tummy bug. I am not one on cleaning up vomit. but I will do anything for my son. So. all-in-all my weekend was great. except the vomit part! You have to know your fellow blogger. Check out my navigation bar under "Those Who Rock". Your answer is there. I drink gin a...
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**Girl on the Blog**
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Girl on the Blog*. Tuesday, December 13, 2005. The past few days I have had an on going discussion with Snoop Donnie Don: "Rent" Part 2. He misinterpreted a comment I wrote. he assumed something, that at the time, I thought was flat out stupid. I hate using the terms "they" and "them" so please forgive). I think there are some metacognitiive messages in your writing. I think it may be possible that you see yourself judgmental and really don't want to deal with that part of yourself because you hate i...
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My Corridors: Maybe Today...
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Wednesday, May 28, 2008. So much time has passed. Long and weary years, with vast distances traversed. I'm here, in the place I want to be. I'm free, and yet shackled by the chains of reality. Thin, like mist dispersing in the breaking of dawn. Disconnected, hurt, and withdrawn. I've fought so hard to get this far. To be here where I belong beneath these stars. I've relied upon every ounce of strength. I've emerged from hopelessness, resilient. I've gone on, when I could go on no more. Maybe today my dre...
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My Corridors: The Weight In My Heart
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Monday, August 29, 2005. The Weight In My Heart. The dark is especially cold tonight. The streets are so desolate and quiet. The sky is empty, starless and grey. Car's are whizzing past in the swirling rain. I feel the wet grass blades underneath my feet, and the drizzle of tears that fall from above. I notice the hanging tree branches reaching out into the world, longing to hold and be held, and desperate to touch. Voices are intermingling candlelight, faces, smiles, and warm words. Lovely and so true.
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My Corridors: Connections...
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Thursday, September 01, 2005. Two strangers stare at each other from the opposite ends of a subway escalator, smiling in acknowledgment. An individual starts a journal online, articulating his own depression and malaise. Within 24 hours he receives encouragement and advice from all four corners of the globe. A group of old friends re-unite once a year in a city restaurant, catching up on each other's exploits while rekindling their fond memories from school. Two men are walking their dogs down a narrow p...
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My Corridors: Diamonds In The Dirt
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Monday, August 03, 2009. Diamonds In The Dirt. The stillness of the night. The echo of barking dogs. The hum of automobiles. The sparkling lights, like diamonds in the dirt. Moonlight illuminates our collective unconscious. Effulgence co-mingling in the ether. Overhead, a plane navigates the mountainscape. Below we are shackled and broken in,. Liberated by confinement and flourishing within boundaries. The others are shrouded in black. Those we do not know that we do not know. Free but still not free.
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My Corridors: Recollections
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Friday, August 19, 2005. Images flashing through my mind. Memories of past and present, elucidating lost time. Running around as a kid, playing football outside my estate block. A ball, friends, and gradiose dreams until ten o'clock. Carol walking into the living room telling me that Dean had died. The emotional detachment, emptiness, fear, and pride. Reading at his funeral, when the sadness emerged. Infront of that packed church the reality of his loss, and my heart finally converged. That's one slick d...
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My Corridors: August 2005
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Monday, August 29, 2005. The Weight In My Heart. The dark is especially cold tonight. The streets are so desolate and quiet. The sky is empty, starless and grey. Car's are whizzing past in the swirling rain. I feel the wet grass blades underneath my feet, and the drizzle of tears that fall from above. I notice the hanging tree branches reaching out into the world, longing to hold and be held, and desperate to touch. Voices are intermingling candlelight, faces, smiles, and warm words. I lived your striden...
