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June 18, 2013

Nothing Worth Knowing

“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t […]
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Published on June 18, 2013 09:03

1000 Grapefruit Spoons

I gave him 1000 grapefruit spoons, so he would not run out, so he could pick, switch— choose. He looked at me with a ho-hum expression— spoke and said, “All I wanted was a knife. Just one knife would do.” I could give him 1000 grapefruit spoons, but all he wanted was one knife. Who […]
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Published on June 18, 2013 01:17

June 16, 2013

Don’t fall in love with a dreamer…

. . . because she will always take you with.
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Published on June 16, 2013 16:34

Happy Dad’s day !

Thanks for everything Dad ! :] Your wicked-wild spirit will never cease to enchant me. Ich liebe dich.
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Published on June 16, 2013 15:20

June 15, 2013

The Greatest Sin

Dull individuals should’t be allowed entrance into heaven— Or hell . . .for that matter. They should be allowed no where; granted nothing. For to be dull —-in a world exploding with ecstasies, possibilities— is the greatest sin of all.
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Published on June 15, 2013 14:51

June 14, 2013

KEEP ON DREAMING…

..even if it breaks your heart. :] Don’t let them break your heart. -Eli Young Band
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Published on June 14, 2013 14:22

In Life

Sometimes I put periods where only a space was needed.
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Published on June 14, 2013 10:15

June 11, 2013

This is Freedom

The sun amuses me with her afternoon vibrance. The pine tree— vertical, proud; out of place next to my Scottsdale balcony— dances to each beat the wind throws her. Hair plays wild—like her owner, performing cartwheels, back-handsprings in suns honor. The world around me dances. Everything inside me dances—we’re all swaying…to the same beat. I […]
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Published on June 11, 2013 23:01

From a Distance

. . .you look like my friend, Even though— we are at war.
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Published on June 11, 2013 22:48

When does a Muse STOP

…inspiring art—and instead, become a harmful addiction ? What is the difference between Muse and addiction ?
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Published on June 11, 2013 14:34