UnbearableI turned to look at her and she to me.Unbearable
I saw that star shining out her amber eyes, and I turned away, (without words)
too aware of my failings to accept such light
Spitting in the Windred light patience sustained by NPR, I arrive Harvesting my blackberry as I cross the threshold to ill-fitted suits spouting sports and cellphone chatter passing through desperate makeup.Spitting in the Wind
uncaffeinated patience sustained by the irrelevant pseudo-indie latte acquired with indifferent curiousity to the sincerity of their affability.
tail light patience sustained by emails precomposing.
Drudge throws dead numbers like vegas bets while my inbox reminds me "Happy Hour Friday?!?!"
ReachThe leaks were all we had The "ABANDON SHIP!"ed ship waits silently to rocking on swells that turn their thoughts seawardReach
move us
No ChoiceWe sat for a short time on a small wooden bench facing the quiet pond nestled amongst the ridges. All the old oaks and maples, and a few smooth-barked birch, were at long last letting go of their clinging to summer, letting the dry autumn leaves fall with a whispering hope that the wind, with its slow fading warmth, would carry them to the water, to fade back into the world full and saturated, and not crushed between our healthy footsteps when we turn to go.No Choice
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50, or maybe 100 years from now, men will realize the futility of war, and learn how to live in peace with 1 another- Jean (Chuck Norris Demolition Man) Roque Ralitque, Nadia: The Motion Picture
sometimes the most sane thing is 2 b insane- JB lyoko ep 89
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