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I bit of oozing, dripping sap ... inspired by a beautiful work of art.
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The media loves violence. As one editor once said ofheadlines, "if it bleeds, it leads."We, the lemmings, are outragedon cue, unified on cue. Lights, ..
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My footsteps echo in this empty
corridor,
empty yet teaming with people,
scuttling
about, from here to there. How can
I be
so alone in this mass..
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Getting up and walking past her to the showerto begin my day, I take one last look back at her,one last look at the perfection imagined by God,or evol..
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Do not waste precious bits of your life chasing "friends". You chase your dreams, and sometimes your dog, but never your friends. If you must chase ..
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We are children, not yet wise enough for truth.
Truth is reserved for the elite few, men who are
above Democracy, elected not by the people, but
by..
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Death seems to stalk me now. Or it is only now, that I have crested the top of this big ride, that I look over my shoulder and see his head peeking ar..
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From the seed of our humanity, unfolds remorse.
Then warmed by the light of reason it snakes it's
way upward towards that light, all the while takin..
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Beauty can have years. No ... beauty DOES have years ... years spent being kind, being thoughtful, and considering the feelings of others. The folly o..
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I have grown to adore the sameness of
my days.
I have finally captured my long sought
peace.
Coffee with friends at the coffee shop,
or a cup at
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