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The Word Slave: Deja Vu
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I do what the words tell me to. The music drifted down from the second-story bay window, the piano echoing the beating of my heart. A cold breeze swept up the red and brown leaves on the ground; the air felt solid, tangible. I shivered. I knew this moment: the music, the air, the cold on my neck. I wasn’t surprised when I saw his car- that tingling throughout my body always meant he was near. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Picture Window theme. Powered by Blogger.
The Word Slave: Compelled
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I do what the words tell me to. Writing is like breathing: If I don't do it, I lose consciousness. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Picture Window theme. Powered by Blogger.
The Word Slave: Sanctuary
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I do what the words tell me to. Standing in the darkness, the whole block quiet and all of the neighbors' lights turned off, I liked to pretend I was standing at the edge of the Earth, and that there wasn't another living thing for miles. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Picture Window theme. Powered by Blogger.
The Word Slave: Karma
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I do what the words tell me to. When I die, I want to be reincarnated as a book. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Picture Window theme. Powered by Blogger.
The Word Slave: Clavier
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I do what the words tell me to. Smooth and pale white-. You disturb my dreams,. You sing for me, speak for me. Without you I am mute,. My hollow and helpless words struggling to breathe. You summon me, lead me. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Picture Window theme. Powered by Blogger.
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Homepage - Schrijf en blijfSchrijf en blijf
Je ziet plots goed wat de provincie allemaal doet. I received a gift. I received a gift. In 1877 two young countesses hid a letter behind the wall-hanging of Castle d’Ursel in Hingene, Belgium. Also many upholsterers left their names, signs or scribbles on the walls throughout the centuries. Now over to you: leave a message for the future or give a piece of the wall as a present. Read the full story.
Carpe Diem
Nothing Lasts Forever in life.but the few thoughts you type down on a virtual page that exist even when you are done with your craze to express! Monday, April 25, 2011. My whirlpool and the Greener side(s). While I was in its grip last evening, and into today,it makes me impatiently angry,to not be able to pull myself out of it. As my Mom always says- " Nazariya badlo, nazaare badlenge.". Wish it was as easy to do as to say that. Friday, March 25, 2011. Corporate 'selling' of self! Tuesday, March 8, 2011.
The Word Slave
I do what the words tell me to. Mourning Does Not Become Me. I’ve always envied artists whose grief is their muse. Through their tears, they create epic poems, brilliant paintings or novels that resonate with readers centuries later. My tears only burn my eyes and smear the ink on the page. Standing in the darkness, the whole block quiet and all of the neighbors' lights turned off, I liked to pretend I was standing at the edge of the Earth, and that there wasn't another living thing for miles.
WORD SLAW
An online literary journal: mixing it up without a recipe. Mar 1, 2014. Currently, Word Slaw has moved the majority of its activity to Twitter. Jan 29, 2014. Doubt, KL Benson. By Kevin Lee Benson. Every now and then I get sick. And its not a flu or cold. It is my head. Full of fear and. Doubt that overpowers confidence. I am left stumbling, blind. Where is the light? I will see it. In time. I will find it. But the cure never lasts. Batch Party, GBiHOz. East coast, mid west. See those kids less often now.
Words Lead Me On
Words Lead Me On. The stories we love best do live in us forever. Conservative MP compares Stephen Harper government to Jesus, inspiring hilarious #CPCJesus tweets. Is it time we started referring to Prime Minister Stephen Harper as “Our Lord and Saviour”? The Conservative MP for Vancouver South, apparently told the congregation at Harvest City Church that the Harper government’s pushing through of controversial antiterrorism bill C-51. All the Canadian Politics! It’s hard to think of something mor...
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過食症を治して思うこと・・・心も体も幸せになりたい
Http:/ naosu.wordsleaf.info/. なぜ 今までいろいろやってきたのにダメだったものが、これほどにもあっさりと拒食症 過食症を改善してしまうのか いったいどんな、拒食症 過食症改善の方法を実践したのでしょうか. Http:/ www.mychildhas.com/. 難病 ガン 過食 絶対治すぞ. 心も体も幸せになる おと の幸せスパイス メルマガ登録. ダイエット 過食 アトピー 難病など、経験上でのこともどんどん発信していきます.
Words' Leaves
I keep on starting and stopping and restarting and starting new blogs. Partly because - life starts again, it feels like, one starts to read again, write again, hesitantly, in fits and spurts, the old blog is too much in the past, and too private, and yet I don't want to delete it. Let it stand as my reminder to myself. So: once more. A moment of silence. Things I have learned to say in Teochew. The machinery is old. How now, brown cow? I would like some teochew porridge. What are you saying? He who reme...
