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Some days it's all about the Harley...

The sound and feel of tight-fitting leather, the scent...

The air, cool, and the sun warm against your face. Cranked up, loud and shuddering, gliding off through town. Some guys call their rides "girl", but I don't....my ride is an extension of myself.

About 10 years ago, one of my friends sent me a Christmas card that was a sample he'd gotten in the mail as an offer to personalize them and buy a box. Instead of buying more cards, he got a marker and crossed out the "your name here" statement, and roughly wrote his name in below it. He got an old, used envelope and put...
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I was walking downtown yesterday. I noticed a woman in a black coat and skirt, hair up in a ball, sunglasses...
Lots of people around so she didn't really stand out. I ducked into a coffee shop (I'm a coffee addict) and sat by the window. It's fun to watch people during the holidays! I saw a guy trying to carry WAY too much, and...
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One of my best friends has been through some tough times over the last few years, and today he called with his latest experiences. I wrote down the details so I could try and help.

In May of 2004, he was in a psych facility for grief issues. 6 days cost over 10,000 bucks.
Insurance paid all but $3,000. He put that plus his other...
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I hate waking up bored....

If you could do anything you wanted to, what would you do? Help me out here...

Lovely overcast day here. Long walks in the cool breeze...

Again, I smell the faint aroma of a fireplace somewhere.

We all have times when we put on a "tough guy" act to protect ourselves, and we don't let people inside our lives easily. There's no reason to be a tough guy when you're alone though.

We can't make other people forgive us for things we've said or done, but we CAN forgive ourselves.

Give yourself a gift this holiday season...forgive yourself.

Poesia

Y fue a esa edad... Lleg la poesa
a buscarme. No s, no s de dnde
sali, de invierno o ro.
No s cmo ni cundo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
all estaba sin rostro
y me...
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I love the music of Johnny Cash . Truth, pain, love, hope and loss of hope...real life, not fantasy.
Numbness from a cold night and alcohol both hiding the pain in my soul...thinking of a song as I walk...

And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my head is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this weighing...
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When you love someone completely, and that love is returned, it's the greatest high you'll ever feel. Losing that love, though, is like a living death...

It was four years ago tomorrow.

I enjoy a lot of things, and I pour my energies into all of them as much as I can. How much of it, I wonder, is just me running from that which...
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OK, the animated gif at the top of Blythe's profile made me spit out my drink...