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DOSE82

About Me

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest, a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. "- Albert Einstein
" Your true friend is the one who never lets you do mistakes, but forgives you everything. "" Never let anyone come to you and leave without being happier. "" If your daily life seems poor, do not blame it, but rather, blame yourself and know that you have not been poetic enough to capture it's richness. "" Choose a work which you love and you won't have to work a single day of your life. " Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Nothing you do for children is ever wasted. They seem not to notice us, hovering, averting our eyes, and they seldom offer thanks, but what we do for them is never wasted.

My Blog

for her fashion

I saw the inside of her Gucci bag once. Contents: hate/rage cocaine, hundred dollar, dollar bills ya'll it contained all the things explainable to those invited within the fashionable threaded trenche...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Nov 2010 16:13:00 GMT

Jasmin's Garden

Jasmins Gardenshe said forever in cold stone inktook twice to blinkdrowned in the receptors of her boredomshoe printsleave the worst breakup painstulips and pasture's make up the differencewatercolour...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 22:28:00 GMT

growing up

" growing up"just holding onto a thought of youjust holding onto a thought of youjust can't stay awayi'm still missing youwe've played it through it seemsdaydreaming to the point where the heart start...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jul 2008 02:33:00 GMT

summer ends

one more chance to recalm my salvationmy editor is unlisted. finding my way home through poetry form or such. the story form continues, through an artificial high. i wrote so many stories i'm begining...
Posted by on Thu, 01 May 2008 04:00:00 GMT

a question in return

" A Question in Return"It's the way she asked those question's" What are you thinking, what did you think about today?"How deep I dug for bravery and conviction to answer her back but perhaps maybe, j...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Apr 2008 02:08:00 GMT

"politikks, conflikks and relegion"

    in the last second of time, time holds still freeze, frozen rhyme lines take you through time portals pre-sentence the whole page with sick vocals illusions are optical as we struggle to...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:08:00 GMT

"stolen perfect"

the morning sun rose, poked and crept through the edge of the horizonlay there dying not to accept the quiet silencecursing at the floorboards  on my way to the window blindssaw the stars close in the...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 17:18:00 GMT

her story

stuck my fingers between the lines of your wet lips placed it near the side margins, feeling the harden of this word trip felt you inhale with a soft lick, bit down gently on the pen with your teeth f...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Dec 2007 12:32:00 GMT

up before the sun comes up

i watched her lay there, framed amongst the footprints of her beauty the way those running watercolors are no accident, washed upon her naked frail skin golden hues and amber ridden off sets, mustard ...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 22:16:00 GMT

Where words are more than meanings

"Buried Suitcases" Broken shards from broken glassof broken memories.Shattered emotions scatter battered dreams,Gather the messages left after and hammerthem tastefully to the falling trees. Exhausted...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 16:12:00 GMT