To be one is to be all.
Who is not the child?
Who has not been the child?
Who will not be the child again?
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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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2012
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September
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- Shortest Story
- I love you and you'll never know it.
- Space Bar
- First Hand Account
- Black Is Not A Color
- Negative Space
- Getting Out
- A Short Lecture
- I'm not surprised no when it comes to you. I gav...
- Trembling
- A Hard Morning
- Unnatural Acts
- This was then.
- I'm not cynical It's just typical
- It's not complicated.
- Mistakes are the answers to questions you didn't ask.
- Glass Stones, Rock Houses
- Beauty is irrelevant without Love in the present...
- Drawing Along A Plane
- Being
- 5 Lines
- battling entropy
- no one knows when you're sinister
- the challenge
- The sentence begins
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September
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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