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A Wanderer in search of the Truth...: December 2007
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A Wanderer in search of the Truth. Our purpose in life is to have a life of purpose. And in order to recognise this purpose, we need a series of realisations. Monday, December 17, 2007. While surfing blogs, I cam across this beautiful poem on Higher Being. It is a poem that almost all of us have read or memorised in school. Reading it again made it sound familiar, yet different. I think this poem can give newer insights into life whenever it is read. Read below to unravel your personal meaning of self:.
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Exformation: Kaikeiyi (Draft IV)
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Thursday, April 29, 2010. Patrimony is always an uncertain proposition,. Lineage only identifiable in. The folds of a silk sari and the smooth slide of golden bangles. Counterpoint to the swath of sweat clinging to your distended sides. Chanting furiously through the. Wet pains of contractions. A portion of divinity wrung out in every gasping breath. Fear not for the curves of meat. In case peo...
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Exformation: December 2007
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Wednesday, December 19, 2007. No Rest for the wicked. So is there a word for life coming together slowly? A mass of pieces slowly melting into a tangible solid? No not an acid trip.really). Vacation has begun and although i do not expect sleep to embrace me in her chafting fishnet embrace, I hope to see the Sandman at at least some point. Labels: p.s. love good omens. Monday, December 3, 2007.
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Exformation: September 2008
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Wednesday, September 24, 2008. A Beach in Britain? Yea though I have walked along the pebbled shores of pain, my feet remain curiously untroubled. First though was the literary festival. If you know what I mean. Who is in fact a woman) read Richard Yates, the forgotten. Friday, September 19, 2008. Deep Scottish Love (not ever an illegal substance). The Highlands are the impeachable majesty of S...
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Exformation: April 2008
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Sunday, April 20, 2008. ENTER NEW YEAR stage center. Strange times backwards and forwards i'd say in general. Much too little time in sum (and way too much knowledge is trying to cram its way into this tiny brain). More talk and less sleep! Labels: summers bold advance in the air. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). ENTER NEW YEAR stage center. Isn't this part a little redundant after all the rest?
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Exformation: Firenze
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Thursday, December 4, 2008. It was pouring on election day and my phone died and I was STARVING and frustrated by the minuscule. Then heather found me huddling under san. In the shadow of brunelleschi's. Dome and opposite Ghiberti's. Dome she took me home and wined me (cheap Chianti- better then water! Then dancing and wine and secret bakeries studded in the winding avenues of firenze.
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Exformation: December 2010
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Thursday, December 9, 2010. In Response to the God(s) of Ecumenical Politics. Breathe me, the power:. Twos bend over the back of hard labor. Nines slit their wrists over the kitchen counter. Threes are serial injectors, stealing catharsis as trophies. Fives claw, lungs scoured clean. Fours scream black and bloody against the electric sizzle of. Ones smoke cigarettes calmly, on the curb,.
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Exformation: April 2010
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Thursday, April 29, 2010. Patrimony is always an uncertain proposition,. Lineage only identifiable in. The folds of a silk sari and the smooth slide of golden bangles. Counterpoint to the swath of sweat clinging to your distended sides. Chanting furiously through the. Wet pains of contractions. A portion of divinity wrung out in every gasping breath. Fear not for the curves of meat.
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Exformation: August 2008
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Sunday, August 31, 2008. This is the first time I feel cheerfully inclined towards the place; possibly because my sun returned to me. She even revolved endlessly in the brilliant blue sky. Oxford Street is icky (scientifically exact terminology) in its wealth. Hyde Park is huge. And the National Royal Theater is BRILLiANT. Its no New York but its good enough for now. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Exformation: Venezia
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Exformation is everything we do not actually say but have in our heads when or before we say anything at all.”. Thursday, December 4, 2008. Well first Milano Centrale- 14 hours spent in the station sleeping on wooden bench and freezing to death and starving and being generally miserable. it was also a night of superb bladder control. 12pm to 6am though i only lasted till 3am before doing something highly illegal. and to all the sketchy men of Milano Centrale- va funculo! Labels: le grand adventure.
