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londonsmostdangerouswoman: 22/12/13 - 29/12/13
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Friday, 27 December 2013. The shape of my heart. This is what love looks like. Rebuilding broken bridges and seeing things shift which I didn't even dare to dream about. Truly the best and much, much brighter than me, my sun and my moon. Posted by Green Goddess. Links to this post. Thursday, 26 December 2013. Apologies are thrown about like toffee. It's already too late. My heart turns to stone with finality. Affairs. Remind me, not to have them anymore. Posted by Green Goddess. Links to this post. M: If...
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londonsmostdangerouswoman: Amazing Grace
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Friday, 26 December 2014. It's been a year of ups and downs, highs and depths. Above all it's been a year of holding my mettle and not losing my nerve. The usual cocktail party of Death Stars and Voldemortes doing the Dracula rounds but more than that. A real test of what matters and what to discard. Encounters I thought would be fleeting became life changing, ones I thought would be significant turned to nothing, like chasing the tail of a shooting star. To those who choose negativity and try to cut dow...
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londonsmostdangerouswoman: 26/01/14 - 02/02/14
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Thursday, 30 January 2014. The view from here. When I'm ready to give it up, kick it in, throw up the towel, 3 things happen. Then a lovely message confirming a meeting with a changemaker, not another Hungry Ghost or Voldemorte come to suck up my air. I tell him I'm struggling and keep finding the wrong people with the wrong values to help me build my field of dreams. Jesus fucking Christ, you're crazy," my eyes grow larger in disbelief . I tell my friend he's mad and a ghost of a pre Christmas conve...
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londonsmostdangerouswoman: 12/01/14 - 19/01/14
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Thursday, 16 January 2014. I want you disgraced. I want history to erase your every achievement. I want you to feel the disgust in your children's eyes when they look on you in shame.". God I loved Patty Hewes.cold hard and brutal. "When I'm done with you there won't be anything left,". Poor Constance and Vicky. Hilary has the right idea. Clever women don't take it personally, they accept liability and that rage is complex and needs military strategy to manage. There's light in destruction too. Farah Dam...
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restless alliteration: Pledge of Resistance
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Tuesday, October 25, 2011. We believe that as people living. In the United States it is our. Responsibility to resist the injustices. Done by our government,. Not in our name. Will you wage endless war. There can be no more deaths. Of blood for oil. Not in our name. Will you invade countries. Bomb civilians, kill more children. Letting history take its course. Over the graves of the nameless. Not in our name. Will you erode the very freedoms. You have claimed to fight for. Not by our hands.
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restless alliteration: November 2012
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Thursday, November 1, 2012. I'm restless. things are calling me away. my hair is being pulled by the stars again.". Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Creative junky, free thinker, mother, spiritual tree hugger, revolutionary minded poetic anarchist, seeking third eye visions and this blog is my therapy. View my complete profile. Im restless. things are calling me away. my hair. Zodiac Heaven * Dharma Stars. 10084; Awakening the Heart ❤ Full Aquarius Moon August 18th 2016. Paramour by Christopher Franko.
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restless alliteration: sacred spiral
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Monday, October 24, 2011. Tune out the noise. Move away from the disconnected. Embrace all that moves you. Be drawn in to the movement. Vibe with the vibration. That fills your isolation. Bleed into the design. Allow yourself to spiral into your core. At the speed of your own cadence. Celebrate what you are. Forgive what you are not. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Zodiac Heaven * Dharma Stars. 10084; Awakening the Heart ❤ Full Aquarius Moon August 18th 2016.
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restless alliteration: Collaboration
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Saturday, December 3, 2011. I recently reconnected with a friend that I knew online like 10-12 years ago. We used to write on a hiphop message board and would collab on pieces to spark inspiration. Over the last few years we lost touch, but we jumped back in to our sharing mode and it has been a little blessing in my exhausted little life. TERIYAKI (music: Wax Tailor - Seize the Day). Heat mixed with gravity pulls me down magically. Oceanic majesty as I swim so free across her naked sea. And the sibilati...
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restless alliteration: June 2011
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Tuesday, June 14, 2011. I am not here to please you,. To help you sleep at night,. To help ease your need to control. I am not striving for your perfection,. I am trying to find a balance,. That has little to do. With your judgment,. Or your inability to understand. I am me. Not you. Born into my life. Not yours. To walk my path,. I am trying to be kind. And bold in everything. I keep getting knocked down,. Kicked and clucked at. For things beside the point. Live your life,. In a book I would never read.
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restless alliteration: A Dream Within A Dream
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Friday, August 19, 2011. A Dream Within A Dream. By Edgar Allen Poe. Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now,. Thus much let me avow-. You are not wrong, who deem. That my days have been a dream;. Yet if hope has flown away. In a night, or in a day,. In a vision, or in none,. Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem. Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar. Of a surf-tormented shore,. And I hold within my hand. Grains of the golden sand-. Yet how they creep.
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