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Warning: Language: April 2011
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Saturday, April 30, 2011. She sits in the middle of the colossal arena. Accepting of her fate of death. The emptiness hollowed her out. After so much fear and pain and tears. The Master of Ceremonies incites the flock. Hateful glee and spite twisting his ugly face. His black soul revels in such degradation. No mercy in the din. He orchestrates the hatred toward this small.
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Warning: Language: Day 1: One hour and maybe 40...39...38 minutes to go
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Friday, June 3, 2011. Day 1: One hour and maybe 40.39.38 minutes to go. Make that 2 hours and 20.19.18 minutes. Posted by Femme Loki. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Home of Joe R. Lansdale. The Unofficial Fansite of Robin Spriggs. Joseph S. Pulver. Tips my Grandmother told me. Day 2: The Recovery. Day 1: One hour and maybe 40.39.38 minutes to . DAY 1- 5 more hours to go.
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Warning: Language: July 2011
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Friday, July 22, 2011. 24 hour fast starts now. Empty myself out in all ways. Maybe the good creative stuff will flow back in. Edit the flash piece. Finish 2 more shorts. I actually have places to submit these too. I have the damnedest time finishing anything. This is not hard. This shouldn't be so hard. I stare at the cursor blinking. Empty it all the fuck out. What a gift ...
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Warning: Language: A blog in two parts
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Monday, July 4, 2011. A blog in two parts. What a gift it was to friend her on Facebook a year ago. I have learned much. And her new blog post.I have been floored. So, check her out and make your own decisions but I can guarantee something she has to say will hit you in the core of your soul and make things a hellava lot clearer. And harder than I care to admit to writing.
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Warning: Language: March 2011
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Wednesday, March 30, 2011. I know you enter this site with a warning and again with my title. I feel the need to warn once more, before I proceed with this post. I feel this may be the most brutal I have ever been.even though I have only woken with a notion of what I want to say here today. The subject is parents.boy can they fuck a world up. We want them to love us. I allow...
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Warning: Language: May 2011
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Friday, May 27, 2011. The bell is an alarm. Wake the FUCK UP. You lose everything and. The pain is the thing. The pain is what moves us. What changes our lives. The path less followed. Posted by Femme Loki. Monday, May 23, 2011. Square peg in a round hole. To have something solely. Satisfy something so deep within you. You weren't even aware you needed it. Even if it's a cat.
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Warning: Language: Day 2: The Recovery
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Saturday, June 4, 2011. Day 2: The Recovery. Recovering day from the Fast:. This is the day to eat raw fruit and veggies and very little.only to fill-not to be full. I can't eat though. Just want to lay here and be.Empty. I'm tired, really, really fucking tired. I really want to go to the beach today and maybe I will but. Can't seem to wake up completely. Posted by Femme Loki.
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Warning: Language: Tips my Grandmother told me
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Thursday, June 30, 2011. Tips my Grandmother told me. My grandmother was a smart woman but not very happy. So for most of my life I ignored her advice.she made no sense to me. It has been my lifelong goal to ignore most advice actually. My logic was: If you are not perfect and living a perfect life, how the hell can you tell me anything? I always saw it as very hypocritical.
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Warning: Language: Happy Father's Day
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Sunday, June 19, 2011. Yes, even me of all people are wishing all fathers, the dads of the world: A happy day because YOU matter. A daddy that I ran to at breakneck speed when he got home from work and almost break his back with my hugs and kisses. I could ride on top of his shoulders when we went to the park and feel like I ruled a kingdom. But, I didn't have that, so, fuck...
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Warning: Language: June 2011
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This is a literary outpost. Poetry, musings and ideas run like wild horses here. You may not use any content without my permission. Thursday, June 30, 2011. Tips my Grandmother told me. My grandmother was a smart woman but not very happy. So for most of my life I ignored her advice.she made no sense to me. It has been my lifelong goal to ignore most advice actually. My logic was: If you are not perfect and living a perfect life, how the hell can you tell me anything? I always saw it as very hypocritical.
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