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stone soup
have you ever had one of those memories that inexplicably won't die, despite its age or the fact that it has little significance? One of mine is the desert soup memory ( Read more... ) -
hope in religon
Hello again, live-journal friends. Its been awhile but I think I will be posting fairly regularly here from now on. If I don't, well, I have a feeling you won't break your hearts over it ( Read more... ) -
I make no promises
Its been a long time, but as long as Facebook a ludicrous flaming pile crap I'll still keep posting here just about as much as there. Which is essentially once in a blue moon. Did I have to mention face book? no, I just like complaining about it. I may post more, I may just turn this it a
art blog, but I make no promises.
And on that note, if ( Read more... ) -
some awsome musical japanese show from the 70
Segments from what was apparently the last show of a Japanese TV series in 1974. Due to
the combination of the language barrier and the fact this was a good forty years years ago
I know little else about it, though I would kill to see more of this. So if my chance anyone
reading this knows what this is exactly or where I can see other episodes of ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
After the night of darkness and dread,
of anger and fear and the madness in your head,
the morning comes, and with it the sun,
bringing new light...
and blinking in the light of this new sun is a new understanding,
and we find ourselves forgiving...forgiving those for speaking the truth
and fogiving ourselves for hating them when we realize that, no, ( Read more... ) -
loss
There's a feeling,
Of losing someone from your life,
your still you,
you always have been.
But there's still a nakedness to loss,
almost a raw quality to it.
You find something at a garage sale that they would love,
or you think of something that you'd like to tell them...
but then you remember there will be no more gifts to give or thoughts to tell...
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Remembering why
Sometimes its hard to remember why we're doing what were doing ( Read more... ) -
Letters to Lost Friends and Enemies, Part 1
To the past ( Read more... ) -
sorry if this is more of the same
More times then I'd like to admit I've been so afraid of facing the morning I can't stand to to go to
sleep.
can I ever be a better person? can I learn to face my ills without flinching? Will I ever be able to
to promise myself that tomorrow will be better and know it isn't a lie?
But we tell ourselves these things, that tomorrow will be better, that ( Read more... )
