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My randy neighbours – Fishley … Officially.
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Fishley … Officially. November 9, 2014. September 14, 2015. I wrote a letter to my neighbours…. This is awkward, no-one wants to write a letter like this but it has to be done for the sake of my girlfriends sleep (who really enjoys her sleep) and my sanity. Of good sleeping time squandered. I spend several nights a week at my girlfriends house so I am not always home at night, but when I am, I am often woken by the sounds of your girlfriend’s physical bliss. 8211; each to his own I say. I once roaste...
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August | 2014 | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. Month: August, 2014. August 26, 2014. Leaving isn’t difficult. It’s coming back that breaks you. So how was teaching terrorists all summer? But the greater fear is that slowly over time, you will forget to tell people what you’ve seen. You yourself will forget the details. The faces, the names. The promises made. Forget to debate and share and fight. Forget to weep for the death and destruction and lives lost. And the Liebster Awa….
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November | 2014 | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. Month: November, 2014. November 3, 2014. After a brief dip in the ocean with my co-worker, Robbie, I stepped on something. To this day, don’t know what. It felt like I sliced my big toe on a little piece of glass. OW! A little sliver of blood trickled from a tiny black dot on my big toe. And then – pain. I’m not kidding. This actually happened.] It did not help. I grabbed my sister. Katie. Why? Why are they beating me? And the Liebster Awa….
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PURGE | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. I lived this way most of my twenties. My choices re-enforced by my profession’s self-imposed poverty. These days people are calling it the minimalist movement. Paring down your life. Not joining the rat-race of capitalism. For me, the stuff never held appeal. If you could get it for free, perfect. If you didn’t need it, even better. But even I can fall victim. I might need it someday. Just hadn’t gotten to yet. Useful re-birth. My father’...This le...
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February | 2016 | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. Month: February, 2016. February 23, 2016. I wrote this on New Years Eve took me a few months to post but thank you for reading. I had that moment tonight. On the boat, our Dive Master gave us briefing for the dive, which all seemed very normal until she got to the part where she said. And then we’ll turn our lights off and let our eyes adjust. Read the rest of this entry ». A Letter to My Evangelical Republican Parents. And the Liebster Awa….
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PAIN | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. After a brief dip in the ocean with my co-worker, Robbie, I stepped on something. To this day, don’t know what. It felt like I sliced my big toe on a little piece of glass. OW! A little sliver of blood trickled from a tiny black dot on my big toe. And then – pain. No one could explain what was happening. The Moroccan lifeguards on the isolated beach said it was a fish that had bit me: And then they started beating my foot with a ping-pong paddle.
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ABUSE | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. Examples of strong loving Dad’s in my life who treated their wives and families with respect, love and commitment. But somehow I spent half my year last year bound to an abusive man. Crippled with fear, anxiety and doubt. I was unable to leave. Trapped in the cycle. Ashamed. Lying to everyone around me. Worse: Lying to myself. One should always be wary when there is no laughter. I am not broken I am hurt. But I am healing. July 12, 2014. You are co...
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HOPE | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. I wrote this on New Years Eve took me a few months to post but thank you for reading. I had that moment tonight. On the boat, our Dive Master gave us briefing for the dive, which all seemed very normal until she got to the part where she said. And then we’ll turn our lights off and let our eyes adjust. Then she dropped the real bomb: Then. We’ll leave our lights off and swim. Then Katie’s EYES WENT WIDE and she started hitting me gesturing wildly&#...
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July | 2014 | voices in our heads
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Voices in our heads. Musing on the never ending barrage. Month: July, 2014. July 28, 2014. My student-leader Beau greets me in the narrow echoey tiled hallway, interrupting my morning download with, Ummyou need to see this. Ben’s sick. He’s been coughing that up all night. He points at a liter coke bottle, with an inch of black liquid filling up the bottom. Thick. Definitely cannot put him on a plane like that. Read the rest of this entry ». July 12, 2014. Examples of strong loving Dad’s in my life who t...
