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The Anatomy Of Melancholy: A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - 10 - Sorrow
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Nov 3, 2010. A Momentary Lapse Of Reason - 10 - Sorrow. The Association of Objects and Memories and the Feelings. Related to them, tend to overwhelm me at times. Just a year ago things were more real and tangible now everything seems to be in a miasma of its own. Layered in the misty web of my memories, in which I roam freely till a stubborn string pulls me back into the past which seems real enough to touch but really is intangible. Funny how the mind works and triggers emotions. View my complete profile.
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The Anatomy Of Melancholy: January 2009
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Jan 25, 2009. Will the wind ever remember. The names it has blown in the past. And with his crutch, it’s old age, and it's wisdom. It whispers " No, this will be the last. Jimmy Hendrix (The Wind Cries Mary). At 1/25/2009 07:44:00 PM. Labels: Dead Poets Society. Jan 23, 2009. The Lord Of The Ring. All the birds have flown up and gone;. A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other -. Only the mountain and I. Li Po (Alone Looking At The Mountain). At 1/23/2009 06:17:00 AM.
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The Saturnyne's Lounge
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I Mauwg Your Snauwg. On the nights when the wind turned to the East, the beast would stir restlessly and turn its snout and over the days, they perceived, through listening to it's deep voice, that it was telling them a story. Captain Malarkey mused on this and his first encounters with the beast as he stepped out towards the morning sun and the crowds and royalty who would cheer him and his men on as they rid the realm of this monstrous threat. Something had to be done! Ouch" said the dragon. Please don...
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The Saturnyne's Lounge
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Hope Called In Sick. Before we start, i'd just like to point out that i haven't returned yet. this is just an interim post that may stretch into a few, until my blog creating demon gets back and gives the old place a new lick of paint. This post was composed just before my unexpected absence. Do you ever have the urge to throw away all that old junk that's been cluttering up your closets, your drawers, your attics? Like an uninvited and terribly irritating relative, it makes me hide in my room.". Ooh - b...
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It's a beautiful world: October 2005
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It's a beautiful world. Dis world may not be all roses and candy, but there are moments when u see love and understanding and the brotherhood of man. A blogger from a remote part of dis world may just drop in and say 'hello, i love u' . and u feel good. it's a wonderful life and a baeutiful world . mebbe u dont see it now, but one day u will. Tuesday, October 04, 2005. Awesome Katrina, from SSB. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). An Old Irish Blessing. The best of HNT. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
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The Anatomy Of Melancholy: August 2013
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Aug 6, 2013. A Lesson from a Leaf. Let Wisdom be our sole concern,. Since life's green days are brief! And faith and heavenly hope shall learn. A lesson from the LEAF. At 8/06/2013 11:27:00 AM. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. FEEDJIT Live Traffic Feed. LIKE A SHELL OUT OF WATER, AN INDIAN LOVES AMERICA BUT DREAMS OF HOME. Latitudinal Liberation of a Crab's Mind. A Peace of My Mind. Yesterday was dramatic, today is ok. Don't Comment If You Don't Care. I have grown old today.
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The Anatomy Of Melancholy: February 2009
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Feb 14, 2009. Adrift In the Sea of Yearning. We're just two lost souls. Swimming in a fish bowl,. Year after year,. Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. Pink Floyd (Wish You Were Here). At 2/14/2009 11:13:00 PM. Labels: Dead Poets Society. Feb 7, 2009. Shelter From The Storm. A Philosophical looking bird caught in the snow fall. In the Garhwal Himal in Uttarakhand India. I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,. Come in," she said,.
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The Anatomy Of Melancholy: July 2009
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Jul 6, 2009. Haven't blogged for a long time,. There is so much to say, so much in my head,. So much that will remain unsaid;. Oh those wasted years, all that wasted time. But on the other hand:. I think of Rilke. Going for years without writing a word,. And then producing in a matter of weeks,. In a castle besieged by the sea "The Duino Elegies". Even silence is preparation . At 7/06/2009 06:23:00 AM. Labels: Dead Poets Society. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. A Peace of My Mind.
