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I blame it on my ADD, baby...Sail!
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I used to be a sailor
sailed upon the sea but now I'm just an Island since they took my boat away from me -tracy chapman I looked at that man right in the eye like a sailor looks at the sea he knew at that moment I'd never come home and his power was wasted on me |
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I want him to lift me
in essence rather than in fact to inspire me as a sail only takes the wind as she wishes and the sea only accepts those that swim not to drown by being overwhelmed but to feel enriched like a good story or the poem of a friend *here's to luck and good demon theory for the pancake man's current endeavours" :) |
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Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line,
Reaching out to embrace the random. |
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Crutches are great, they help people to walk when they would otherwise not be able to.
You say they're bad, I simply present they are necessary once in awhile. |
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I didn't know I was dark until about a year ago when a friend asked me why I was so dark, as it pertained to a friend of her's.
I never had considered myself as a dark person before, cynical, sure; sarcastic as all hell, definitely. But dark? It struck me, mainly because I view most of what I do with an almost alien awestruck in a new world, I never felt I belonged here. Hopefully soon...I find somewhere else to try again. |
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Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line, Reaching out to embrace the random. what is random but but a search for order logic or reason? even the sock drawer isn't totally random. it got like that somehow - there is vestigial order somewhere (well for some there is. my socks have yet to make it into a sock drawer in the first place - just a side note) random is a construct rather than a reality those who think it chaos could be wrong |
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a digitized domi...lol |
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sit awhile
the sun still rises and clouds disperse and I am mom some things never change though they do not remain the same pretty girls still laugh and cry babies drool gardens grow and I love you Mother'd Day 2013 |
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Wed 05/15/13 09:20 PM
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It feels so good to give..when I give some of myself from my heart, it feeds my soul.
I'm smiling from the inside out.Giving is receiving. I came to see my zebra pic^^^ It fits me. |
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Feed my will to feel this moment, urging me to cross the line, Reaching out to embrace the random. what is random but but a search for order logic or reason? even the sock drawer isn't totally random. it got like that somehow - there is vestigial order somewhere (well for some there is. my socks have yet to make it into a sock drawer in the first place - just a side note) random is a construct rather than a reality those who think it chaos could be wrong Order is a construct. I don't understand the point you are making with the sock drawer...Sounds to me like you are simply calling something order for the sake of calling something order. If I throw pennies out of a plane I can say the order is that they will fall to the ground, the reality is that I do not know where. |
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ahhhhhhh, time to relax.
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It isn't really running, I'm simply leaving.
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An old woman gave us shelter, kept us hidden in the garret, then the soldiers came; she died without a whisper.
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