December 2011
“I see you have found my ghost. Like children playing in the sand by the sea’s shore — serious construction, laughter and tears as the waves deconstruct to start all over again. Remind your ghost they exclaimed, “Tuesday.”
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“Although a rustic Chemex method satisfies my taste buds early mornings — I adore the French Press as a treat.”
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“I believe I squeezed the last ounce of evil out of my body last night.”
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“The greatest thing a writer can feel is knowing who might be reading. And frankly, not WHO they think might be reading; but, the sweet people who could sweep this sweet sentence into the known.”
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“Tongue and Cheek” are a favourite sport of mine. Un to THE sub to THE consciousness? I can smell any body from miles away. When it comes to my own household though? All paths, all lines, all roads, all known and unknown directions are open to play with. So that, if one hurts… a protection should be there. As I have always been to my own. Let’s home (hope) others will take this understanding within their own group. It is a simple way.”
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“Every seed you spill has the potential for life. Take good thought and care on where you plant.”
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Something I believe everyone reading should know about myself. I will never give up my motherhood — my feeling of who I truly am for my children and others.
It’s a balance.
This does not mean I give up on the discoveries and explorations of our beautiful existence. Far from it.
As the seconds tick away, we should all embrace what is possible to hold, to understand, to live.
I’m inspired by a lady I know here, named Kathleen. Her love for domestic and wild animals is unprecedented. Through the years, I cannot begin to count on how many lives she’s saved by any means possible — she never gave up on one.
An embodiedment on living (notice, not leading) — living by example.
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I sit frozen.
The pull of your mind
far greater than the grand cycle.
Knot and kneading
to be near any line
electric, this road.
I sit frozen
while you pass through me.
Once in a while,
I think of the blanket
stitched together.
Maybe that’s why I need to fly
further out and over
to see —
It(‘)s meticulous,
It(‘)s glorious,
It(‘)s beauty
of the hand reaching out.
I sit frozen to this understanding —
of now.
But, not for long
pushing me.
“Soul stuff, in’it? It’s always ‘bout that soul stuff.”
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A Dream Saving A Dream
I promise myself not to go over the deep end,
I promise myself never to go over the deep end,
Promise yourself not to go over the deep end…
Again. Well, I did.
In my defense? That’s it — defense.
I was awake.
Tired, I feel asleep.
I awoke in my dream awake,
Wide awake
to discover your warm and strong arm
draped over my body.
For the first time.
What a way to enter a life,
I wanted to stay asleep forever.
I woke up crying.
Awake again,
This time not tired.
With City And Colour, “Bring Me Your Love”
streaming on iTunes in the background.
A dream saving a dream.
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The side product
SOPA
But, bottom line… here’s your cusp to be creative.
FUCKING ORIGINAL.
DUH
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stop_Online_Piracy_Act
Just like so many people added on this shit.
Oh. HOW ORIGINAL!
“Shall the names of so many of our colors continue to be derived from those of obscure foreign localities, as Naples yellow, Prussian blue, raw Sienna, burnt Umber, Gamboge? (surely the Tyrian purple must have faded by this time), or from comparatively trivial articles of commerce,—chocolate, lemon, coffee, cinnamon, claret? (shall we compare our hickory to a lemon, or a lemon to a hickory?) or from ores and oxides which few ever see?”
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Henry David Thoreau, Autumnal Tints
“Prussian blue”—the painter’s first stable blue—was the palette’s first synthesized color: Fe(CN)18(H2O)x, where 14 ≤ x ≤ 16…
In “Thirty-Six Shades of Prussian Blue,” for Triple Canopy, Joshua Cohen presented a portrait of that color—or a “blueprint,” of its origins and use—through chemistry, painting, photography, industry, warfare, Holocaust, and nuclear terrorism.
(via triplecanopy)
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“in all honesty? aside from the children that once grew in my belly? i have never felt more closer to one heart beat.”
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“Here’s the simple take, as follows as the so-called hide-it expert humans know: Movement (It’s a killer; it’s a life saver) If you understand how your eyes and ears actually work within the frame-by-frame (snicker under my breath…ummm… MEDIA?) Our body and brain follows This is natural motion. Especially if it attracts… oh yeah, sexy. In many ways I’m thankful for the internet because each and everyone who can read this are here, present.”
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“There is no such thing as intelligence or stupidity; both are evolved reponses and created terms. And, these reponses live daily. Would you call any life form lunging at a feast a murderer? How about defense for survival? Is this act of killing for food intelligent or stupid? Would you call a tiger a murderer? Would you call a flower stupid for sitting still? Do you know what IS intelligent and stupid? Not knowing the difference of being alive or dead. And, this is the fate of our humanity; namely, all of us knowing and NOT.”
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