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Brain Food Crumbs: Voices
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Friday, August 09, 2013. A muse of my paramour,. What will never be,. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Melancholy, thoughtful, morbid, candid, geek at heart, ironic, sarcastic, humorous, serious, dark, brooding, optimistic, critical. Actually all and none of the stuff I've said is real. Its just a huge mindfuck. View my complete profile. The One With Pent Up Frustrations. From the Fragments of a Shattered Mind. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Brain Food Crumbs: August 2011
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Sunday, August 28, 2011. T - 30 Minutes:. Am now remembering what a night it was before. Our very first kiss, 17 years in the making. The sweetest kiss that I've ever savored. Why did it take so long to come full circle? No matter. I'd rather be there when the circle comes round even if it takes an eternity than for nothing at all. T - 20 Minutes:. Am now thinking why'd we refrained the night before to make beautiful love? T - 15 Minutes:. T - 10 Minutes:. Am now looking at ...
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Brain Food Crumbs: July 2006
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Friday, July 14, 2006. An Alien Landed In My Backyard. A crash in my backyard broke the calm and silence of last night,. Half expecting Armageddon in full swing,. Only to be surprised by an object unidentified in my backyard. The neighbourhood was still sound asleep,. Neither dogs nor cats were about in the streets. The whole world must be in their dreams,. Or maybe the dreamer was me? Emerging from the strange craft was a girl,. Or rather distinctly female humanoid). Hope e...
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Brain Food Crumbs: August 2006
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Saturday, August 19, 2006. I seem to hear this phrase a lot:. Every guy/girl that is good is taken, everything else that's left is [fill in your own negative descriptions here]". If all the good ones are taken, how come you are not the one doing the taking? Answer probably goes along the line:. Probably your are quite rubbish too. Either that, or you are not good enough for the good ones. Life sucks. I know. Thursday, August 17, 2006. Not Perfect (You Don't Have to Be).
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Brain Food Crumbs: My New Journey to Where I Once Began
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Saturday, January 09, 2010. My New Journey to Where I Once Began. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Melancholy, thoughtful, morbid, candid, geek at heart, ironic, sarcastic, humorous, serious, dark, brooding, optimistic, critical. Actually all and none of the stuff I've said is real. Its just a huge mindfuck. View my complete profile. The One With Pent Up Frustrations. My New Journey to Where I Once Began. Awesome Inc. template. Powered by Blogger.
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Brain Food Crumbs: Embraced in Wings
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Sunday, October 06, 2013. On the shores of that silent beach,. Stars faraway we were a watching. In nothing but a blink of an eye,. Clouds gather and put the stars a hiding. The torrent stirs with lashing winds,. Sea spray or perhaps raindrops a pelting. Still we stare to the ocean black,. Without a care of the world a wanting. Violent winds bring water and sand,. On our skin it scrapes with a hurting. It is here I envelop you,. With my wings and arms an embracing.
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Brain Food Crumbs: From the Fragments of a Shattered Mind...
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Thursday, August 08, 2013. From the Fragments of a Shattered Mind. And so the twists of life has robbed us of our youth.". There lies a pain more than unrequited love; that of love unconsummated.". We are but complex, nothing more, nothing less.". No more hope, but only desire to hold and caress.". The knowledge of the eventuality of where this leads us renders that which is finite all the more bittersweet. ". Detours that lead ever so close but not meet.".
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Brain Food Crumbs: August 2013
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Friday, August 09, 2013. A muse of my paramour,. What will never be,. Thursday, August 08, 2013. From the Fragments of a Shattered Mind. And so the twists of life has robbed us of our youth.". There lies a pain more than unrequited love; that of love unconsummated.". We are but complex, nothing more, nothing less.". No more hope, but only desire to hold and caress.". Detours that lead ever so close but not meet.". Kindred spirits of the starlight and rustling leaves.".
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Brain Food Crumbs: October 2013
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And Other Assorted Leftovers. Sunday, October 06, 2013. On the shores of that silent beach,. Stars faraway we were a watching. In nothing but a blink of an eye,. Clouds gather and put the stars a hiding. The torrent stirs with lashing winds,. Sea spray or perhaps raindrops a pelting. Still we stare to the ocean black,. Without a care of the world a wanting. Violent winds bring water and sand,. On our skin it scrapes with a hurting. It is here I envelop you,. With my wings and arms an embracing.
