silverrevolver

One word, compound;

Campfire...

"Literature is the sensuous art of causing exquisite impressions by means of words, an yet there was something more; besides logical thought which was often a hinderence, a troublesome though inseperable accident, besides the sensation, always a pleasure and a delight, be besides these there were indefinable, inexpressable images that fine literature summons to mind. As the chemist in his experiment is astonished to find...
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My father is visiting this week, so I will be hiding, or drowning in the miasma of a past he should have let go of long ago. See you all on wensday...

I needed humbling, I got it. How long does it take for a bruised ego to bear the fruit of change.

There are some people who have a very strange and beautiful energy, they arn't brilliant, or innovative, possesers no specific talents, yet by some odd twist of fatet are capable of inspiring such perfect compassion, and simple love.

They will never be great artists, polititions or lawyers, but they have one, and only one reason for being here, to inspire the kind of love we...
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The heat makes my head feel like it is full of stale water, I have acomplished nothing of value in two days. It makes me as if I am losing my bearings, I am incapable of fully enjoying my time of decompression. When did I become such a neurotic?

Despite that I am still deleriously happy, tuna sandwiches anyone?

Whenever alot of things happen I find myself in a creative vaccum as I decompress. No new thoughts, original words or insight happens during this period, gestation you might say. Writing is inherently a reflective act, one cannot see the sky while still in the woods.

I can never accuratly define guilt, it is an ambivelent, complex emotion that I'm not used to feeling. How...
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"And again I have found that misunderstandings and neglect create more confusion than trickery and malice."
-Goethe

Truer words have never been spoken.

Called in sick to work.

It's good to be bad...