April 2012
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Who knew
That knitting while parking cars could result in so many people asking for my card. Too bad I don’t have any.
March 2012
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My heart is aching.
Deeply.
Knowing with every jolting beat I am alive, and I hurt. It is a searing longing that drives home the solitary commitment of transience. I pine for the friends that stick closer than a brother. The ones that keep you safe and hold you up. The friends that love you no matter your flaws.
I know I have these friends, but they are shadows. Far from me at times, and the closest thing I have...
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The truth is...
That hearing the truth is never easy. It shows your faults, your wrongs, your rights, and your face. No one likes to look at themselves in such a bright light. Telling the truth is even harder at times, because rather than themselves, you are suddenly the face to their discomfort, you are the initiator of the pain, you are the catalyst for discomfort. And you aren’t usually telling this...
There are times when I find myself completely consumed with a single thought. Over and over, the situation replays itself. Sometimes with a different ending, but the facts are hard and steely. In the end, while my eyes pool in fearful hurt, a single word pervades my thoughts. It starts quiet-like, but grows to a stentorian bellow, turning my lungs into the breath of an instrument only desperation...
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I blew up the Sovtek tonight.
This means we have to do some work.
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It's been decided:
I’m going to do an As Cities Burn cover.
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Commitment:
noun
1.
the act of committing.
2.
the state of being committed.
3.
the act of committing, pledging, or engaging oneself.
4. a pledge or promise; obligation: We have made a commitment topay our bills on time.
5.
engagement; involvement:
brasssnuggles asked: Yes! The south has been nothing but good to me. Even long before I met Ronnie, I loved the south. Strangely enough I feel much more "in my element" there than in wild, crazy NYC.
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It was Rough
The beach, like the bristles of a boar,
I noted that I was here before,
Before the tide of anger rose,
Swelling up and drowning those
Who tried. They tried to keep their heads,
But the shock turned limbs to lead, Sank them with their weary hearts
To depths they knew were only parts
Of life, the one they kept so close with joyous stints, but too, morose
In its end, painlessly near,
For the pain...
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Unbiased parties don’t exist in my world presently. It would be useful.to have one at this time, however, I will be left to thought and waiting it out. There are far to many sequential events running through my frustrated head that sorting them into their neat boxes is not an option. The jumbled fact of emotion and reality press deep into my side. A thorny mountain I cannot see over. I am...
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Sometimes boys don’t need mouths. Especially when they forget that a lady is present. I just don’t want to hear it.
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Do not be satisfied...
ronstormer:
Do not be satisfied with the culture that tells you that you’re supposed to be a pantless without-a-care young person. Do not be satisfied with the silence of your bedroom. Do not be satisfied with the endless stream of memes. Do not be satisfied with friendships that exist only on screens. Know that you are part of the world. You are part of the most beautiful parts of the world and...
