"this leans on me like a rootless tree...""Jake was awful, the worst baby in the entire world. And he turned out to be a great kid. Kelly was the best baby and well...look how she turned out."
"Well how was I? Was I fussy or anything?"
"No, you were great, didn't fuss or make a lot of noise. But Jake, he was just awful. God must have been punishing me. After Jake we decided, no more kids!"
"........ha."
"We started you in school early because you were bored. Kelly and Jake were both off at school and you had no one to play with or anything. Oh but that year you were so sick in January and February, it was awful."
"Wait, I've always wanted to ask you about that. I remember being in a waiting room with you and I was wearing a kid's hospital gown with clowns on it or something and I had a hospital bracelet on my wrist. And I remember these doctors trying to get me to drink this disgusting white stuff and I kept spitting it all over Dr. Biedel. There were like four doctors all around me trying to get me to drink this stuff."
"You were so sick. They thought you had some type of cancer. You lost so much weight, and you know you can't afford to lose any weight, and they couldn't figure out what was wrong with you. You wouldn't eat. They thought you might have this one rare disease. We had to look up what it was. I just remember you had to go in for so many tests, every morning I would bring you in to St. John's for more tests. They had to do an upper and a lower GI on you."
"Is that why I have scars on the side of my stomach?"
"No...I guess that might be from your hernia surgery."
"Wait, what?..."
"Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth." -Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
In other news, trying to work on a new poem but am finding it hard to put what I feel and what I know into words that work. I feel like I'm shortchanging my subject matter and that's the last thing that I want to do. I hope to overcome this obstacle sometime soon though and have that new piece up. With certain distractions in the way though, it will probably be winter before I even have an inkling of how to start.
Insulted
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The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
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Andrew Hussey
"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."
-Carlos Castaneda
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Andrew Hussey
"For a sorcerer, reality, or the world we all know, is only a description that has been pounded into you from the moment you were born."
-Carlos Castaneda
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"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."
I just realized that I haven't commented on people's walls in a while
I just have one question:
Why is this called "nirvana"?
also
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"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."
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The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
And that is totally how I would react if someone petted my head. lol.
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Boys, you must strive to find your own voice. Because the longer you wait to begin, the less likely you are to find it at all. Thoreau said, "Most men lead lives of quiet desperation." Don't be resigned to that. Break out!
-Erin
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"We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory will swell when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature."
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