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the roof..: December 2010
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Monday, December 27, 2010. The envelope sat on the corner of the table, menacingly. He sat by the window, writing in the darkness. he always left just the bulb above the cooker on, when he was by the window. outside, the snow began to fall, lightly. he looked through windows, into his neighbours' lives - who loves who, he imagined, as he wrote scripts for their dinner conversation, for passing words at the kitchen counter. When she h...
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Life. Translated...: mockba
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This is a story]. About the government,. A russian girl,. Yours truly, twice translated. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Oh the places you'll go. Rhapsody of the mind.
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the roof..
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Friday, July 23, 2010. 6:38 pm, July 26, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Roof, mountains, beach, basement. night. Write what you know, write with passion. write. Atrophying, but still beating. Atrophying (now passed on). For blueroses -Permalink here. New pictures on flickr -click here. Service line, may i help you?
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the roof..
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Tuesday, February 16, 2010. Scars in the country, the summer and her -. New pictures on flickr. click here. 1:05 pm, February 24, 2010. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Roof, mountains, beach, basement. night. Write what you know, write with passion. write. Atrophying, but still beating. Atrophying (now passed on). Scars in the country, the summer and her - ne. Service line, may i help you?
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the roof..
http://irtiqa.blogspot.com/2010/12/envelope-sat-on-corner-of-table.html
A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Monday, December 27, 2010. The envelope sat on the corner of the table, menacingly. He sat by the window, writing in the darkness. he always left just the bulb above the cooker on, when he was by the window. outside, the snow began to fall, lightly. he looked through windows, into his neighbours' lives - who loves who, he imagined, as he wrote scripts for their dinner conversation, for passing words at the kitchen counter. When she h...
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Life. Translated...: it's the little things we've forgotten:
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It's the little things we've forgotten:. Sometimes, all you need. Is to forget about the tornado outside, and have a little fun. Case and point: bubbles. instant stress relief. Please feel free to contact me with any questions, i'll be here all week. (part ii pertains to colouring books). Yours truly, twice translated. Good catch, it's fixed now. thanks for dropping by! I'll be sure to stop by your blog as well! Miss you, mi hermana! I hope the new apartment is awesome and that all is well!
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the roof..
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Sunday, May 09, 2010. Outside, the cars come and go. they stop and start, red and green, like magic, like clockwork (science is magic, magic is relative). Come back to the table, a,' she said. She was silent. afraid of my mother, as always. So I said to him, don't touch it, it's loaded! Y smiled at him, shyly, while d gazed wide-eyed. Such is punctuation, at a dinner table. In one ear, i hear the birds singing (to calm us down).
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Life. Translated...: i am translated
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Each to his own. i, and others, have described the world in terms of Truth, and Truth in terms of perception. Let us take all of this a step further. What are we, as individuals? What is a person? Body as a vessel of flesh? Soul, which carries our entities throughout some greater dimmension of Life? Perhaps- but consider this: we are images . perceptions . translations. Of someone else. You and i are the translated. Who, then, would be the translator? Expectation- i hate expectation. Why can't i listen.
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the roof..
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A whelk, you understand, doesn't stand much of a chance in a supernova. Friday, April 30, 2010. The sun shone through white petals, this morning, and i remembered september - by the gardens, in her baking heat. that was the afternoon that i had screamed at you, while you walked away. home, you had said. 'i want to go home.' i have to go home. It's raining here, now. the raindrops are making patterns on my window, and my fingers tell me i've seen something.). Between footsteps and fingers -. Atrophying, b...
