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Living The Dream: April 2008
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Thursday, April 10, 2008. And this is my destination:. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. -Charles Bukowski. 8220;The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.” -Vladimir Nabokov. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: Stumbled Upon Poetry.
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Monday, January 26, 2009. Where bushes periodically burn, children fear other. Whose scornings are flint on dry rock. Which—don't we know—is all the heart afforded. A certain type: untended, magnifying boys. Oh smoke and smoldering beetle! Oh thwarted desire in foothills of brush. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Person of The Day. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: I won't...
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. On the world at all. Well save for what's about to happen. tuesday. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Keeping the Curious at Bay. Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. -Charles Bukowski. We all die. The goal isnt to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. -Chuck Palahniuk. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: October 2008
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Saturday, October 25, 2008. I don't know where I'm going but yes I know where I've been and I know where I am, now. I am in a strange place blazers and pencil skirts mon-thur click click clack on the computer and showing apartments to what I hope to be eager buyers. The weekend could hold anything there is always something happening follow the free show follow the free drink. Will my train card work this swipe? And whats for dinner? Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by everything around me and other times I ...
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Living The Dream: Hurt to Stir...
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Monday, January 19, 2009. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Person of The Day. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us. -Charles Bukowski. We all die. The goal isnt to live forever, the goal is to create something that will. -Chuck Palahniuk. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: Uncle Henry.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009. You'll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, can elicit great wisdom. Not least of which is, uh… how much more enjoyable it is to win. It's inevitable to lose now and again. The trick is not to make a habit of it.". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Person of The Day. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment).
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Friday, January 2, 2009. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). This, my friends, is a flake. And it is the only sort of flake I like. I mean corn flakes are o.k. and well there are the frosted variety. And sometimes I may enjoy an occasional snow flake but I'll take the warmth of the sun any day. Are you reading between the lines yet? History of the Flake. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Person of The Day. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). Starbucks and Jane Austen.
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Living The Dream: February 2009
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Sunday, February 22, 2009. On the world at all. Well save for what's about to happen. tuesday. Wednesday, February 11, 2009. Keeping the Curious at Bay. I was once in a relationship for 3 years and then some and I was completely and utterly faithful so shoot me if I take a number a day and have a 5 dates a week. I just love connecting with people and I've paid my dues so if and when I am ever in a relationship again I will remain faithful. I wish I could play the mysterious card and tone it down sometime...
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Living The Dream: Person of The Day.
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Monday, January 26, 2009. Person of The Day. The lovely Solomon Burke was a Blues/R&B/Soul/Gospel musician. His best known and personally my favorites as well include "Cry to Me" and "Everybody Needs Somebody to Love". Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Person of The Day. Winter offers wisdom (and disappointment). Starbucks and Jane Austen. No seriously. This is my life. The Last Refuge of the Imaginative. View my complete profile.
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Living The Dream: Indian Giver.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009. The cold ravaged my sleep. And disappointment crept into view. Flow of thoughts could not have been timely. As a sure tell silence seemed only fit. You breathe dominance on my neck. But I do not crumble in my state. I found purpose in simple connection. Yet you mock at my gains. And blow smoke in the face of this little kinder . You once pretended to hold so tender. Short lived and lifeless it was. A sure waste of vibrancy and lace. Abrasive word play was your armor . We are h...