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An informative bit of nonchalance.
Friday, January 29, 2010
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Too much the same - similarities seclude.
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Relax. rewind. stop - inhale.
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seldom, subtle (far be it from me) and
true
.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
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40 Von shushah plattuh
West Nooklyn, BT
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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When its early and i
wake
up -
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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terd fergusson
did
have short hair.
Friday, January 8, 2010
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je vous vois
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smerk smile and grin.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
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Perspective unbound.
A
consistency
much in the same
.
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It got really weird today. (somewhat nostalgic)
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home
is me and I am you.
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Subtle. Familiar. and true.
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Discernibly the
same.
Frail moments bemuse our uncertainty.
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Intend
upon the unintended circle of happenstance.
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if
but for a moment you might listen -
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back behind the barrage of broken -- belies the shambles of softer words shared together and spoken.
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if had not already hadn't - then maybe.
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i like the idea of sunday. the lazy, relax, unwind mood of comfort. pasta and gravy.
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I should probably be writing. Somewhere and somehow sharing.
If only
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Charles Wallace O'Sullivan
West Nooklyn, Bermont
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