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#TinyStories | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. Memories are ghosts. They haunt a beleaguered soul. Torturous monsters that are first drowned, then thrive in the cup… The delineation had never been sussed. Drink drunk clay rubiyaat. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 4 ). September 4th, 2014. September 4th, 2014. September 4th, 2014. Only if you can write better. September 4th, 2014. Funny that you’re all flowers and unicorns when you think you’ll get another follower. Have a good day. 🙂.
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Nothing to nobody | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. It seems this “blog” is lost and floating in the ether… This is fine by me. It’s an accurate reflection of the author’s worldly experience and it should reflect this, no? 8230;and now, on to other things. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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Moau’s Story | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. 8220;We are not your enemies, Soldier,” one of them said. 8220;Well, that’s good news,” Moau thought to himself. Aloud, he called out to them, “Then who is and why did I have to kill all of these men? What reason for this bloodshed? Moau tasted salty blood in his mouth and spat disgustedly, for he knew that it wasn’t his own. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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Are you listening? | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. How many of you are real? All I see are “likes” and status updates and opinions. How many of you are robots? Google bots and algorithms masquerading as people, trying to make humans feel as if their writings and ruminations have a purpose, a reason? The future is now and it’s a sad and lonely lonely place. I have a screen, not friends. I have a website, not a community. I have a blog, not a conversation with individuals. Trackback ( 0 ). You a...
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Snapshot | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. He had left with a mix of emotions: a smile on his face; the oceans in his eyes. As he walked thru the wilderness, the bitter cold did nothing to cool to firestorm in his heart, did nothing at all except freeze the salt water rivers that slowly eroded canyons into his cheesks. He sang softly to himself as he walked:. 8220;These fever dreams are getting worse,. This heart of mine – forever cursed. I did not want to feel this way –.
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Zenoah | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. 8220;Good morning, Oolu,” the man said, catching the boy by surprise. 8220;How can this man know me? 8221; He wondered. Aloud, he greeted the man kindly and inquired as to where he was headed. 8220;I’ve come to see you, my boy,” the man replied. 8220;All apologies to you, good sir,” Oolu began, “But I cannot recall ever having met you during my travels.”. 8220;You know Time, my dear boy, and therefore you know me.”. Trackback ( 0 ). King Nerd&...
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Time, Weather & Trains | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. Time, Weather & Trains. Time is a strange thing… Why does a week sometimes feel like a month? Why does a few months sometimes feel like a year? Why does ten years sometimes feel like half of that? As my last partner was breaking up with me, I was told to “Try not to be too hard on yourself.” The thing is, I really do. I try my damnedest, all the time. But every new experience makes it harder and harder. I’m still hopeful – its just...Fill in y...
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#TinyStories 3 | our own little universe
https://oolu.wordpress.com/2014/10/21/tinystories-3
Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. I probably won’t be able to look forward to summer for a long time. My chest will hurt. My tears will be overflowing. But this warmth in my hands and these summer memories will live on in my heart. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out.
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The Beauty in Struggle | our own little universe
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Our own little universe. Just a place for soulful expression. The Beauty in Struggle. Henri Matisse (Painter, 1869-1954) was once quoted as having said: “Much of the Beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle an artist wages with his limited medium.”. This is a pretty awesome time to be a creative musician. But it doesn’t feel quite the same as it used to. Trackback ( 0 ). Comments ( 0 ). Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.