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salsa!

i love salsa. not the edible kind, the dance. and the music! took a class this weekend. it was wonderful. i'm not good yet but i'm trying. i love to dance anyway, but salsa is a dance WITH your partner. yes, the man leads. the woman follows. but the man is there to make the woman look good.

when they are in sync, two...
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last but not least, got his one wrong, this is all i was,

insomnia


why do i always wake upon the couch, crook in my neck, tv blaring? oh well, what the hell! it's

INSOMNIA!

woke to sombody, jay leno, conan o or some such just in time to catch the closing musical act. (no panel). remember in the days of jc [not jesus christos...
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I'm through with white girls (The Inevitable Undoing of Jay Brooks)

somebody that can write need to do a review 'bout this movie.

i'm sitting up at 2:15 am and this crazy named film comes on. so i'm totally absorbed for there was nothing of interest on satellite tv. until this film. it's on showtime. it's title is misleading. it's not about color or class...
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"whence comest thou, oh anger and frustration?"

i asked myself that tonight when i became frustrated and then angry with one i care very much about.
this place, sg, is filled with beauty so i often come here to feast my eyes. like at an art gallery. the real thrill is to communicate with these beautiful beings which grace this etheral place. something never thought...
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okay, so no one cares about the idiosyncratic i. any way this is my latest musical crush.



and lest you think i am only a bleeding heart, a little up beat lament. lol

love, the idiosyncratic i

love, can the term be used too often? what does it connote? what does it denote? love just is. if you are my mate, what attachments are associated with this love? how does it differentiate or compete, if need be? when we speak of god's love what do we mean? if we were made in his image, can we then not...
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who would have thunk it! a place with pin-ups you could communicate with! from around the world. the days of brown paper bag wrapped editions of mens mags. read in closets, toilets in private. wondering what they thought, what they were like... if only you could communicate with them.

viva la revolution! the sexual revolution! (anyone see the vh1show?)


http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/story/2008/05/09/ST2008050901128.html

alas! sgeeeee, you've set them...
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sorpronder es deleitar

the love of my life is tripping hard and it is tearing me apart. the past is the past...let it die a quick death and let us move on from the ashes renewed from the cleansing fire that burns away the sludge. we cannot go back and change the past. the future holds all of the boundless joy that we may conceive yet still we...
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your love consumes me...oxygen to a flame

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valentine

shibumi by trevanian

at years end many think of what they have/have not accomplished...i think of whether i have approached shibumi
from the book

"He is a man who has all my respect. He possesses a quality of . . . how to express it? . . . of shibumi."

"Shibumi, sir?" Nicholai knew the word, but only as it applied to gardens or architecture,...
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okay,

is anyone else going to spend christmas alone? i am. a year and a half ago i relocated to the tennesse river valley. i have no family here and i offically miss dc now. i did the culture thing. corcoran museum, smithsonian, portrait gallery, first night in ole town alexandria, eastern market's flea market with the hot cinnammon spiced apple cider, the mall the...
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