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goodgirlcreates: Teardrop two

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Fleeting moments of creativity. She whispered as she tore another page to read from the Diary of the Lost Soul:. No more loneliness in this soul that will no longer be lost. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I write, take pictures, and try to create music. As I love colour I haven't seemed to have moved off the subject matter of flowers when doing photography. I find them to be captivating and extremely photogenic! View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. So about what I said.

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goodgirlcreates: February 2012

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Fleeting moments of creativity. All fools gather and kneel at the closed door of the unexpected. Waiting for the creak and tear of light to confirm and reveal the behind. It happened.not then. But now. Chant the murmurs and prayers of solace. Wake the charms and jangling beads of affirmation. Beat your chest and ply your palm to the skin of the drum. Still all is not well, and the thing we hoped would not happen. You tore yours to quiet the din of internal torment. Believe in my love, my heart. So about ...

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goodgirlcreates: Teardrop (a page from the Diary of the Lost Soul)

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Fleeting moments of creativity. Teardrop (a page from the Diary of the Lost Soul). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I quietly go about my life. Have dabbled as a musician and actor,but seat myself firmly in the 'everyday'. In this blog I wanted to expand and negate my stereotypical views on what constitutes creativity and who can create. These are just postings of my fleeting moments of creativity. I lie. I loudly go about my life. Footprints are huge! View my complete profile. So about what I said.

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goodgirlcreates: November 2009

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Fleeting moments of creativity. The last few months have been like being on a raft and almost approaching the only island in what seems a never ending ocean. In the beginning, I used the only natural element available to me to steer and move in a wind filled climate: my hands. Several moon phases held some luminance that lit the passage where time and things move on. Shimmering on the surface of a dark ocean there was the metaphorical equivalent of holding open a door for me to pass through. It was as th...

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goodgirlcreates: August 2009

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Fleeting moments of creativity. She whispered as she tore another page to read from the Diary of the Lost Soul:. No more loneliness in this soul that will no longer be lost. Teardrop (a page from the Diary of the Lost Soul). The pages of those memories were turned and fumbled. Words met at the folds and creases of those over read leaves. They painted scenes viewed from every aspect and corner of that distant and profound past. The imagined beauty was a refraction of a melting desire. A light,I imagine.

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goodgirlcreates: July 2009

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Fleeting moments of creativity. A radio in the background. It was playing the songs I would recall later in those moments of remembering the significant events that peppered our growth, and my generation. The writers of the song that blew through the pulsating meshed cover of an even smaller box had, in their maturity, resisted the familiar of the expected. Liberation and experimentation were the twinned architects of their new found sound. That evening there had been an argument. Without full knowledge,.

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goodgirlcreates: Neptune on Moon

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Fleeting moments of creativity. A radio in the background. It was playing the songs I would recall later in those moments of remembering the significant events that peppered our growth, and my generation. The writers of the song that blew through the pulsating meshed cover of an even smaller box had, in their maturity, resisted the familiar of the expected. Liberation and experimentation were the twinned architects of their new found sound. That evening there had been an argument. I write, take pictures,...

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goodgirlcreates: In the middle

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Fleeting moments of creativity. The pages of those memories were turned and fumbled. Words met at the folds and creases of those over read leaves. They painted scenes viewed from every aspect and corner of that distant and profound past. Screechless speechless screams from the inside blew to a soft surface of outer comfort where others heard or sensed a whisper. The imagined beauty was a refraction of a melting desire. A light,I imagine. And where on this planet did the embers of that fierce burn scatter?

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goodgirlcreates: August 2007

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Fleeting moments of creativity. Goodgirlcreates is not related to goodgirl.com - the feminist Canadian magazine. Although.it would happily be mistaken for a member of the family. Goodgirlcreates is the place of play for goodgirl(17.for now) - the. One who lived across the street with the ill-fitting clothes, tight shoes and untidy hair who couldn't help but peer at the neighbours across the street. They seemed so prim, well-spoken, perfumed, with a whiff of 'unapproachability tinged with. And is not depe...