the dust from which i come
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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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2014
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November
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- Thanks
- Hunger
- For George
- Luna Sea
- All heart, no brains.
- observation
- A Collection of Scraps
- The Conflict
- For the love of Honey
- It is unwise to devalue that which another holds d...
- A fragment on love
- Other Shores
- Happiness & Judgment
- my heart is the center of it's own world.
- The dead have no use for wealth.
- open
- Re: Tragedy
- the dust from which i come
- Fragile Tranquility
- paralysis
- Quote Me On This
- ants
- Waiting
- feeding
- I am King of my own bad decisions.
- Between Midnight and Closing
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November
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About Me
life
When I am not writing this is what I do.
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