When you open your eyes

When you open your eyes – in which direction is the lounge chair that you were sitting in facing?

Do you wake up in the sun?

Do you wake up as the one?

Or am I just a never ending product of who i will become.

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When I see a dog

When I see a dog, I don’t care much about what’s on it’s mind, as long as it doesn’t want bite me.

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Life

Life, early to mid, a test of time and will, and then later it’s easy, like rolling down a hill. It’s everything I thought it would be when I was in it and yearned to be on the other side. To dip back my toe would be to swallow up my pride.

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One day

One day you’ll find you, standing at the edge of time, with only you and yourself left to find, that every single day you wasted – will be the waste that plagues your mind.

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If someone is

If someone is only looking for one answer, in every instance, one answer, one response – give it to them. Give them what they want until they realize that the one answer they are always looking for is a reason and not an answer, is a beard but not the answer, is a shield but not the answer. Eventually it will be understood that if you’re only looking for the answer you want – you don’t need another person to help you masturbate yourself.

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The business of: photos on mugs

Well aren’t we proud, through mail order, let’s plaster the mug of a loved one unto a mug for our slug juice. Just one thing before you upload that jpeg, mugs break. I have a lot more to say about this, but mostly; nothing important has ever been codified in ceramic-conposite mix.

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So…I think Jason only has one pair of pants

Sometimes the before is revealed in the after, a discovery made by the observation of conversation put on hold until the elevator releases it, along with the big brained conversation about Jason, and that he may only have one pair of pants. Truth be told, people must assume I have only one blue terrycloth shorts-set – oh, the travest-irony.

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Life before this me

Looking back at life before this me, regret, the oars of the rowboat attached to the arms of the body that dip them rythymatically through the deep, blue-green. Regrets turn to scars worn, thin layers of skin cover-over faint ink-stained pain. We move on, a soul renewed, stronger as it was strong enough to make it through to write about life before this me, from a perspective that would be otherwise-impossibly seen. So if someone says their ship has sailed, the master sheet reeled-in as the canvas unfurls – repeat again their mistakes they may, as the wind-carried ship is too far away to remind you of what not to say. The humble rowboat is a practical vessel for the above intents and purposes.

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Sorry to say

Sorry to say, but it must be said, as a society we are trained to believe outside of our heads. Make zero bones about what you can see smell or taste and sleep-wave as sweet liberate fades away.

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Conversation

Conversation isn’t what happens after one person speaks without purpose, intent, or thought – in actuality, that is when the conversation is over.

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2

One point to another without a route for return.

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A quarter in the machine

Every day in the moment between, when we wake up and in our last dream, there is a sequence of an experience that determines your movement to another reality. You may not believe all that you read, but you still keep putting a quarter in the machine.

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A fierce warrior for the front lines

Governernance of one’s self by the heart, will often lead to injury, but thy doth not know any other way. For others, heart is second, pride is first, with dignity pulling in at a meger and weak third. Those who put their pride first are fierce warrior’s for the front lines.

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