our lives and fame are fleeting.
if we yield to others expectations of ourselves then we fail ourselves.
we laughed and drank so much that life itself shook itself to sleep.
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2009
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November
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- Ring
- What Will Be, Will Be.
- Water, Wind & Earth
- Red Dolly (Draft 2)
- Bill Evans (Draft 2)
- The City (Draft 3)
- Do You Trust Me Enough To Lie To Me?
- Nemesis
- - / +
- Snowglobe
- History
- Eyes
- Thanks
- Progress
- Ashen Will
- Wil?
- This Fall
- Nights
- A Needed Reminder
- Pseudo-Ku 2:Electric Boogaloo
- Who?
- Incident At 915 Mateo
- Strange Beauty
- The Same Old Frustration
- "If you've found your peace, the devils are really...
- Fleeting, All Too Fleeting.
- Close The Distance
- Pseudo-Ku.
- In The Court Of Darkness
- Self Portrait
- Lions In Wait
- Superdrag
- oooeiae?aooooeia.
- Pressure
- GET ON WITH IT.
- FIRE
- The Eyes Have It
- If This Is Not Achieved, You Have Failed.
- In The Darkness Of The Ordinary
- The End Of The Saga
- Loose Seal
- Let's Call It Love
- The Next Step
- How It Ended
- This Constant Concern
- Recurring Theme To These Days
- A Borrowed Record, Reminiscing
- 3
- Thoughts on 'Muzzle'
- Cuerpos
- Spark, Embers, Ash
- Precursor To Our Goodbye. A Night Alone, Together
- Like A Drug Trip That One Time When I Was On A Dru...
- Non-Sequitur
- In This Darkness
- Let's Call It Love
- Madness with the Madmen
- While The Neighbors Are Away
- When (Machine Gun)
- Dead Souls
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