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[something clever HERE]: November 2012

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The mixed-up ramblings of a 20-something writer and nerd. Ever a contradiction: I'm a pessimistic optimist, a practical idealist, a messy perfectionist, a shy yet outgoing, distracted yet organized, procrastinating yet prompt oxymoron. And I'm also on Twitter! View my complete profile. Between You and Me. Thinking about Writing instead of Writing. Friday, November 30, 2012. Between You and Me. Between you and me and the Internet, I love you like mad and all it takes is a Facebook post to make it official.

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[something clever HERE]: December 2012

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The mixed-up ramblings of a 20-something writer and nerd. Ever a contradiction: I'm a pessimistic optimist, a practical idealist, a messy perfectionist, a shy yet outgoing, distracted yet organized, procrastinating yet prompt oxymoron. And I'm also on Twitter! View my complete profile. Itunes Shuffle Poem 2. 30 Day Creative Writing Challenge. Dreaming of a White Christmas. Friday, December 28, 2012. Itunes Shuffle Poem 2. 1 Open up iTunes or the equivalent (or if you prefer, use your MP3 player). And we&...

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She.. Writes..: November 2011

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Randomness, Rants, Romance and Everything In Between. Monday, November 28, 2011. And you are you. We are separate entities. Just a me and a you. Cause I realized that I don't need you anyway. Its your loss, if you can't. I know I don't need you anymore. I know I can't have you anymore. You were never mine to begin with, now were you? I know now that I can't move forward if I'm always looking behind my shoulder. And thats where I've left you. Ahead of me, lies blue skies. Sunday, November 20, 2011. A few ...

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She.. Writes..: The Reluctant Opportunist

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Randomness, Rants, Romance and Everything In Between. Thursday, June 14, 2012. I'm beginning to think that I have no idea what I'm talking about. Opportunity keeps knocking at my door, but I keep missing her. Maybe if I tried a little harder, I could catch up to her. If I ever see her, I'll ask her what her secret to success is. If I ever meet her, I'll ask her to teach me her ways. The last four years have been procrastination filled, anxiety ridden, stress-inducing nightmares of my former self. Even if...

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She.. Writes..: June 2012

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Randomness, Rants, Romance and Everything In Between. Monday, June 25, 2012. Thursday, June 21, 2012. Growing Up: How I Tried To Avoid The Labyrinth. Some days I wish I was a kid again. Remember when we were kids? And everything was so simple. We'd go to school, get home, then spend the day outside playing. That was all we knew and all we needed to know. Oh to be a kid again. Care free and happy. Oh how fast things change. And before I knew it, my life had changed. I couldn't play outside with friends.

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She.. Writes..: October 2011

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Randomness, Rants, Romance and Everything In Between. Wednesday, October 26, 2011. Words I Never Said. So I realized that these past couple days, I've been writing about the same thing, it's like a pattern developed without me even realizing it. Interesante. All these things wrapped in my head. Words I never said. I want to go away. Up, up, and away. Where no one knows my name. Is it possible, to start at the beginning? The end is the beginning is the end. All these things wrapped in my head,.

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A poem by Hugo Ball | Steer Forth!

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You and I shall steer forth whatever needs to be steered forth. My books in print. Novel ending solutions / hints. Antiquish variations on a theme. Jolt, Ribbon and Zeal →. A poem by Hugo Ball. January 4, 2010. My demon has no brothers, no sisters, no kin. My demon thinks time’s just a waste and a sin. When God had made the worlds good enough,. My demon sat down in the grass for a laugh. Cut his toenails in two in a dance,. And saw the whole world glide by in a glance. This entry was posted in Literature.

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Aura Of Thoughts...place U grow up: April 2015

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Aura Of Thoughts.place U grow up. Redefine yourself with unmatched positive thoughts. Thursday, 30 April 2015. Shopping apps: Pocket Store. The concept of brick and mortar. By flexible, user-friendly and intelligently designed e-stores. While the world was in awe of the idea of shopping on desktops or using laptops, the new and revolutionary concept of mobile shopping apps. Life could have never ever. Been this exciting without mobile shopping applications. Shop Smart via Smartphone. Mobile OS platforms&...

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Aura Of Thoughts...place U grow up: January 2015

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Aura Of Thoughts.place U grow up. Redefine yourself with unmatched positive thoughts. Saturday, 31 January 2015. 8220;Get into your bed, it’s time for bedtime. Stories”, instructed Kriti while switching on the new night lamp. Source : Friday Fictioneers. 8220;It resembles a depraved. Face, switch it off”, exclaimed Sunny holding his mother tightly with his cold. 8220;You know dear, I feel exactly opposite. She added, “We can make our mind powerful. With right set of thoughts, always try to look at scene.

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ziibi1 | Adventures in Poesy

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Poetry for the Soul. This site is barely ever used any more. Once in awhile windybound might post a poem or two and I, ziibi, have another poetry blog that I post poems regularly. To visit my poetry blog click Pondering through Life. The wanna be mama. In Just for fun. The wanna be mama. Crowned herself a queen. A queen that fools the new. That do not know. They sit on the edge. Playing a piece-less game. Of vanity for name. The mass in hopes. To join the cool. Hidden behind a facade. To abide a fool.