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"Narcissism: ...The word alone sizzles like boiling acid, moans like molten lead, but ah my dear, it leaves the lips in such a sweetly murmuring hum" -CK Williams---"I sometimes get edgy / wonder where I'm at, / miss a step or two, feel / lost. // everybody I know seems / taller / more intelligent / kinder / than I am / and / of course / not as ugly. / but that mood never / lasts / very long. // I take a good / look around, / a straight / hard look around / and then / I know / better // but just / for a / while." -BUK----The tiny space I occupy is so small compared to the rest of space, where I am not and where things have nothing to do with me; and the amount of time in which I get to live my life is so insignificant compared to eternity, where I've never been and won't ever be...Yet in this atom this mathematical point blood circulates, a brain functions and desires something as well...How absurd! What nonsense! -Turgenev-----you and I may be every bit as important as the President or the pope or the biggest prime time icon in Hollywood, but...none of us is much more than a pimple on the ass-end of creation, so let's not get carried away. -Tom Robbins------I am a part of the part that at first was all, part of the darkness that gave birth to light, that supercilious light which now disputes with Mother Night her ancient rank and space, and yet can not succeed; no matter how it struggles, it sticks to matter and can't get free-Goethe-------[Hating America] would be as silly as loving it...It's impossible for me to get emotional about it, because real estate doesn't interest me. It's no doubt a great flaw in my personality, but I can't think in terms of boundaries. Those imaginary lines are as unreal to me as elves and pixies. I can't believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to a human soul. Virtues and vices, pleasures and pains cross boundaries at will.-Vonnegut--------I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human conscience-Salinger---------There's a world of trouble/Trying to take its turn/I can hear it shaking underground/And half a dozen lessons/I might never learn/Not until them troubles come around-Gillian Welch----------I feel that nothing can befal me in life,-no disgrace,no calamity, which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground,-my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space,-all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball. I am nothing. I see all. The currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God...I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty.-Emerson-----------I've been scarred and battered. / My hopes the wind done scattered. / Snow has friz me, sun has baked me. / Looks like between 'em / They done tried to make me / Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'- / But I don't care! / I'm still here!-Hughes------------When I take a long look at my life, as though from outside, it does not appear particularly happy. Yet I am even less justified in calling it unhappy, despite all its mistakes. After all, it is foolish to keep probing for happiness or unhappiness, for it seems to me it would be hard to exchange the unhappiest days of my life for all the happy ones. If what matters in a person's existence is to accept the inevitable consciously, to taste the good and bad to the full and to make for oneself a more individual, unaccidental and inward destiny alongside one's external fate, then my life has been neither empty nor worthless. Even if, as it is decreed by the gods, fate has inexorably trod over my external existence as it does with everyone, my inner life has been of my own making . I deserve its sweetness and bitterness and accept full responsibility for it. -Hesse  I edited my profile with Thomas Myspace Editor V4.4 (www.strikefile.com/myspace)

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My Blog

One Way Kiss

"Do I look old?" she asked, her Syrian eyes warm in my hooded sweatshirt.Winter turned her breath to smoke."Not even close," I answered.the honest reply rang false.It was what she wanted to hear.I tol...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 18:23:00 GMT

Old Paths to Old Places

I strung together moments,and made from thema necklace of teeth. I rolled passing seconds over my tongue, like I was savoring my last meal. A white dog ran the unkempt yardtoward the weak spot in the...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Aug 2008 17:48:00 GMT

Dance of the Gypsy

My words dance with the old gypsy through an underfed, overpriced world.She lets me call her gypsythe stigma of the word no match for the music of its letters.She is old but beautiful.Hers is not the ...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 11:53:00 GMT

H part three

The shortcomings of dream research are those of any science that makes great use of the pieces, great innovations with the parts, but no progress tackling the whole, the why, the mysterious monster we...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Mar 2007 11:43:00 GMT

H part two

In the dream H sat in Jimbo's at a back booth, but she wasn't H. She was Kate. Kate felt as if she'd been Kate her whole life. She had command of Kate's memories. The first time her absent father had ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 13:46:00 GMT

H part one

        Downtown was only four blocks long and resembled a two dimensional Western set. Window dressing pulled the eye from the cracked stone and rusty fire esc...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Jan 2007 21:04:00 GMT

Homesick

When I was eighteen I packed all I owned and left for a college in farm town, Ohio, to get a degree and lose my virginity. The night before, I remember saying goodbye to my dog, his large ey...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 18:19:00 GMT

Gazebo

There were a bunch of us in a van on the way to Pittsburgh. There weren't any seats in the back, but we had guitars and our youth, and I an optimism that the world was as it should be. I had found m...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:39:00 GMT

Love Poem

I am so sick of everyone concentrating on the positive aspects of love. "The greatest of these is love." "Love is all you need." "What the world needs now is love." What about all the irreparable...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Nov 2006 17:07:00 GMT

You'll forget this

I like to use words to pour out my frustrations, my loneliness, words like 'the blank stare of an empty heart,' I like to use words to express my feelings of inferiority and unimportance, words like '...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 12:06:00 GMT