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Whispers of a Peacock. Monday, October 10, 2011. Our mother had taken our brother to Taiwan, given it the only country that had granted her their visas. Though our parents were very much alive but they weren't there, and we had no idea when we were to see them again. As if we'd known there were no plans in store for us so we never questioned. A week later we ran into our real aunts, Aunt Sylvie and Christy, Aunt S was a godsend, she doted on us with hugs and kisses and sweets -my sister and I had the big...

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Whispers of a Peacock. Monday, October 10, 2011. Our mother had taken our brother to Taiwan, given it the only country that had granted her their visas. Though our parents were very much alive but they weren't there, and we had no idea when we were to see them again. As if we'd known there were no plans in store for us so we never questioned. A week later we ran into our real aunts, Aunt Sylvie and Christy, Aunt S was a godsend, she doted on us with hugs and kisses and sweets -my sister and I had the big...

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Whispers of a Peacock: Oversoul stories -Lost by the Shore

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Whispers of a Peacock. Thursday, May 6, 2010. Oversoul stories -Lost by the Shore. In looking back now I realize that I was trained to lie in the most intrinsic level.that the ends justify the means. But most of all, I learned to break my father's heart without so much of a tremor. Had they forgotten me? And driven back to the city without me? I let out a great cry, and called "Mama! All the ride back they discussed the details of their search party, Uncle Kong swore he'd heard me crying for him, and oth...

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Whispers of a Peacock: May 2010

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Whispers of a Peacock. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Oversoul stories: False Alarm. It was near Christmas time when my sister Eli took her holiday in Italy with her new beau. I was to man the store on my own while she was absent, it was the only way we could afford to take our vacations in those last dying days. J&B Fur was the only remaining of all the stores our father had opened back in '85, when he tried his hand in the garment business. Then he asked me where the register was, I walked towards it with hi...

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Whispers of a Peacock: Oversoul stories: False Alarm

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Whispers of a Peacock. Wednesday, May 12, 2010. Oversoul stories: False Alarm. It was near Christmas time when my sister Eli took her holiday in Italy with her new beau. I was to man the store on my own while she was absent, it was the only way we could afford to take our vacations in those last dying days. J&B Fur was the only remaining of all the stores our father had opened back in '85, when he tried his hand in the garment business. Then he asked me where the register was, I walked towards it with hi...

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Whispers of a Peacock. Monday, October 10, 2011. Our mother had taken our brother to Taiwan, given it the only country that had granted her their visas. Though our parents were very much alive but they weren't there, and we had no idea when we were to see them again. As if we'd known there were no plans in store for us so we never questioned. A week later we ran into our real aunts, Aunt Sylvie and Christy, Aunt S was a godsend, she doted on us with hugs and kisses and sweets -my sister and I had the big...

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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Wednesday, November 18, 2009. Is Blood Really Thicker than Water? It was 1998, I was sixteen, in Strasbourg, France, and a year prior I had gotten in trouble for smoking weed. I moved to France when I was seven, and by 1998, my entire life was based there. Hopped on the plane, flew across the Atlantic, got to NYC, and (mind you, this is how I remember it, after talking to my mom, it seems it wasn't quite as abrupt as I describe) almost as ...

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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Monday, January 4, 2010. These couple of minutes were crucial to determining how the rest of the day went. Each CO (Corrections Officer) had vastly different personalities. There was the playful but aggressive, steroid-taking officer with the mentality of a 12 year old (his bark was definitely worse than his bite), the unpredicatable but highly intelligent (but crazy! Bootleg Fruit Loops (I was told these would make me shit different color...

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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Tuesday, December 22, 2009. I'm not exactly sure how I ended up there, but I did. I was at this bar in the Lower East Side, called BOB, a small venue, rather coffin like since it just extends straight down to the bar, and had booths lining the sides. That was it. Then this Asian girl (more like lady.) in a jeans jacket, walks up waving. Figuring she was someone's friend, we both waved back. Is someone sitting there? You don't remember me?

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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Friday, December 11, 2009. Most Frequently Asked Question. One question almost everyone asks me is, "What's jail like? Well, it's nothing like what you see on TV. Not where I was at anyway. Sure there's gay guys or guys that turned gay in there, but in low security and camps (camps have the lowest security, there's not even a fence surrounding the complex), rape isn't a common thing. So what is jail like? What's interesting is that mackere...

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Fragmented frames of visual misrepresentations of the mental eye. Wednesday, December 16, 2009. I just read something on a friend's blog, and it was about faith. Not faith in religion, or even faith in yourself, but rather, faith in other people. Pondering my own faith in others or humanity as a whole never crossed my mind before. Why? But of the millions of people out there who cannot, who are or feel alone and isolated, what are they to do? Everyone's so caught up in their own little worlds, rushing ab...

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