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So if I seem distant, glassy eyed or unavailable it is only because I had one nerve left and someone else jumped up and down on it yesterday.


That is all

for a week that has just had no end in sight I have arrived at Friday which signals the end of another challenge that I have faced and conquered.

We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged,...
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Tfatastic (aka Trystian, Tfat, chicken catlet, Mr Handsome Pants, kit-ten and My Excellent Sir) seems to think that Elvis (the 70 lb boxer) has a waaay tastier water dish. Therefore he has decided to start sipping from there instead even though it is taller than he is. Some images are too cute, this one in particular makes my eyeballs want to bleed. But seriously! check...
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mmmm a new variety of "baked good"

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/n/a/2011/08/01/national/w150054D31.DTL&type=printable

Unexploded artillery located in the old armory (aka Kink.com


Insert your own one liners here

i can has this plz?

Make It All Ok button

sleep is the new sex. Everyone wants it can't get enough of it.

Even with almost 8 hours I woke up exhausted and feel like crap on toast. There weren't even any slimy libations to sweeten the journey to my pillow. Nope just a hard fall off a short ledge and then bam I am waking up again.

This is less than ideal.

...:: There can be speed and motion without agitation. ::...

The boxes are coming out the packing tape is ripping - everywhere there is motion. Plans and dreams set in place months and years ago are coming to fruition. This is the time of action, of discarding, of rebuilding, of organizing, of chaos - starting with a beginner's mind in a new space.

I would...
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Is this then a touch? . . . quivering me
to a new identity.
Flames and ether making a rush for my veins . . .
My flesh and blood playing out lightning,
to strike what is hardly different from myself

- Walt Whitman

her touch scorched me this morning and it left a skidmark on my soul.