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steve carroll: neighbourhoodies
http://matchbookfade.blogspot.com/2009/02/neighbourhoodies.html
Musings of a modern day theist. Tonight is fourty degrees, but it feels warm and beautiful. the snow is finally melting away, and i hear word that there's more to come tomorrow night into wednesday. getting around on campus is difficult in the snow, but the romantic side of me says it's worth it. we'll see if it can win the practical side over. He forgot his keys in the house when they went out. What's the kicker though? The front door has been unlocked the whole time! February 2, 2009 at 10:37 PM.
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pretty pretty worry hearts
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Pretty pretty worry hearts. Thursday, April 02, 2009. Posted by C.H. Canfijn. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Some emergent types want to recast as a limp-wrist. Folk you oughtta know.
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pretty pretty worry hearts: February 2008
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Pretty pretty worry hearts. Monday, February 25, 2008. Beautiful clarification, but of the difficult sort. It's like trying to bring resolve to the debate over the attractive or unattractive merits of Mary-Louise Parker. Beautiful clarification comes at the cost of my pride, comes coupled with non ecstatic suffering. Does the cost over weigh the benefits? Beautiful clarification, are you to be mine or shall I love you with my lips but never with my hands? At least I'm not jaundice. St pauls was good.
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pretty pretty worry hearts: July 2008
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Pretty pretty worry hearts. Monday, July 07, 2008. Posted by C.H. Canfijn. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. It is so easy to talk and to write about the idea . Folk you oughtta know.
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patchwork romantic: Flowers, Cakes and Pastors.
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Thursday, April 2, 2015. Flowers, Cakes and Pastors. Yours is not to champion polite spirituality, or to "baptize" societal machinations into transcendence. You are a herald of the Gospel of Christ; a witness to the resurrection! You are an under-shepherd of Jesus; guardian and guide of the saints! You are not a service provider; you are a steward of sacrament and of souls! The Florist: "I make it pretty.". The Baker: "I make it tasty.". The Pastor: "I make it legal and meaningful.".
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patchwork romantic: "Common Roots", part V : The Holy Spirit
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Tuesday, March 17, 2015. Common Roots", part V : The Holy Spirit. Part V: “We affirm a conscious dependence on the Holy Spirit.”. Psalm 127:1 says, “ Unless the LORD builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the LORD watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. 8221; ( Covenant Affirmations Booklet ). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Common Roots, part VI : Freedom. Common Roots, part V : The Holy Spirit. Common Roots, part IV : The Church.
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recycled words: songs
http://suzannakopec.blogspot.com/2009/10/songs.html
Saturday, October 31, 2009. I'm the wound in your mouth. You'll always keep around. Tongue in your cheek. I'm all that you need. I'll cut you with my days. You take the edge off, i'll say. Don't fall for me. That's your move, i'll leave. But i'm everything that you'd kill to be. And in your eyes i find no trace of me. So you'll fill my time. While i drain your life. Dying for what you can't bring to life. I'll teach you to close your eyes. You've got your faith to get you by. But leave it at my door.
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recycled words
http://suzannakopec.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-sat-together-at-one-summers-end-that.html
Sunday, February 8, 2009. We sat together at one summer's end,. That beautiful mild woman, your close friend,. And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, "A line will take us hours maybe;. Yet if it does not seem a moment's thought,. Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. Better go down upon your marrow-bones. And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones. Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;. For to articulate sweet sounds together. Is to work harder than all these, and yet. That you w...
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