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Speaking Without Audience: Tuning forks and empty wine glasses

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Friday, September 07, 2012. Tuning forks and empty wine glasses. Saying things to say them. Is like getting drunk. It's all vomit and mess. And the result of going to far. Hiding in excess is despicable. Like wandering in a circle. Hoping to find a new path. We live in an age full of intelligence. Smart beyond our ancestors. So far reaching in our mental scope. So worthy of praise. So void of wisdom. Because wisdom cannot be learned. Through a browser window. Or a professor's word. Wisdom comes from life.

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Speaking Without Audience: The Long Beach block party

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Sunday, March 15, 2015. The Long Beach block party. Far from vaulted ceilings and matrimony. And white walls and white balloons. Take away the boring conversations about. Or right or wrong. And go to the beach on a sunday. Where the water is mixed with grime. From the ships parked off shore. Long Beach like an industrial monolith. Colored green and red cargo. In the distance a fake waterfall. Covers op an oil rig. The smell of pot and cigarettes. The sound of hip hop. Of people having a good time. Subscr...

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Speaking Without Audience: Roots to china

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Monday, August 06, 2012. The tree stump in the desert. But to turn to stone. It's life is over. No longer able to grow. Or hope for something better. While the sun bakes it's heart. And a sun baked heart. Is the hardest kind. It feels heat and longs for water. But cannot see the day. For which the floods might return. And just like a dead. I have no mobility. And feel the pressure of. A life now wasting. A once promising life. By God's life giving rays. Because I am not in a position. When you were a kid.

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Speaking Without Audience: A Ralphs Among Whole Foods

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Friday, January 30, 2015. A Ralphs Among Whole Foods. When I catch my reflection in a dirty mirror. And see that I am not the same. And break out into a cold sweat. Harassed by the noise. By the image of the guy who is talking. He has straight, combed hair. He had a new orleans themed wedding. I miss hear what he says to me. And I blurt out Anaheim. And say it again. And then I understand my mistake. But the whole while. I think how we aren't really all that alike. He looks like a normal, clean. And eat ...

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Speaking Without Audience: Used to be one of the rotten ones

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Monday, March 10, 2014. Used to be one of the rotten ones. Thinking back to cold nights. Learning how to smoke a cigarette. It's hard to regret even a second of it though. Freezing air seeping in my jeans. And nervously adjusting and readjusting. To hide the whole time. Everything from then smelled like ash. But it was sweeter to me. When I was young. Forming in my mind. The things I wanted to be. And mostly missing the mark. But I wasn't sitting on my hands. When somebody cool told you about one.

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Speaking Without Audience: Constantly trying to connect

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Thursday, March 26, 2015. Constantly trying to connect. The world is full of people trying to connect. And all their behavior. Their hate and their shame. Their denial of those things. And cries for help. And self righteous posts. We were designed to connect. When we walk in each others paths. At a grocery store. And say excuse me. The internet is constantly trying to connect. Even when walls go up. And demands for justice. And demands for freedom. And arbitrary rules and philosophies. Like a USB cable.

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Speaking Without Audience: Navel gazers

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Sunday, March 09, 2014. At once all the wars seemed to blend. Out at each other like a bloody antelope. With the lion's jaws around its neck. The world was falling apart. In a constant stream of terrible tragedy. And bad becoming good. And good becoming bad. With the weak an downtrodden. Now crushing a new minority. And somehow not remembering what it was. Like to be crushed. Yet still with all this noise. I can't help but wonder if it has always been this way. Is there a tipping point of no return.

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Speaking Without Audience: The special ability in youth

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Monday, September 24, 2012. The special ability in youth. When my mind races. At what feels like 1000 times. Faster than it should. Time seems to slow down. And it's hard to concentrate. It used to happen all the time when. Like a special gift. I was given and had no. But I know that things like that. Have left me since getting older. Like being able to. See many colored dots before I fell asleep. Or knowing that wasted time was. Mostly time for self exploration. Or the anxious dread I can.

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Speaking Without Audience: Planning out the rest of your life

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Tuesday, May 12, 2015. Planning out the rest of your life. Trying to put into words how I feel about you. Shouldn't be so hard. But they don't flow. Like they used to. You are everything now. But i am an empty vessel. Like in a haze. Marks away each day. Each day is the same. Each week is the same. I used to hate that. Now I don't feel any way about that. I used to want so much more. And now I have more than that. I used to feel anxious to live. Feeling like a molting. But growing my feathers.

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Speaking Without Audience: The ugly haze

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Tuesday, March 04, 2014. The morality of the crowd. Is a yellow smog. That creeps under doors. It is strengthened by hate. Made powerful by it's numbers. There was a man who blew smoke. In a woman's face as he walked by her. On the lake bridge. And he didn't care. Because the haze is uncaring. But a product of human nature. The frenzy of self righteousness. Like a noxious drug. It feels like the high ground. But it obscures itself. And deceives those who believe in it. Nobody is happy anymore.