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Cogito Ergo Spud: June 2006
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Wherein we discover whether our protaganist can rise up from his couch and actually do something with his life. (Don't hold yer breath! Wednesday, June 28, 2006. A smug I’ve got mine is the chant. As their houses slowly settle down. Tiny smiles of complacent madness. And rotting woodpiles, new paint façade,. Heart of heartless spirits. Go in peace but go. A city-wide library shushes me and. Gone am I as I go in my way sight choked with. Visions of Paradise that only I can see. This lost mine of fade gems,.
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Cogito Ergo Spud: January 2006
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Wherein we discover whether our protaganist can rise up from his couch and actually do something with his life. (Don't hold yer breath! Tuesday, January 31, 2006. They Tell Me That The Valley Looks Good In Snow. I got a call from a friend who's in Yosemite Valley. He's enjoying the beauty of the valley in the Winter and staying with a "friend" at the Ahwanee Lodge. Lucky guy. I've never seen the valley in snow. Perhaps one day. Aw well. hope is the thing with feathers. Posted by S.am Tanner at 4:03 PM.
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Cogito Ergo Spud: July 2006
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Wherein we discover whether our protaganist can rise up from his couch and actually do something with his life. (Don't hold yer breath! Saturday, July 29, 2006. Waking To The Storm. They say the wind whips but it doesn’t. It hits like a wet sheet upon a metal pole,. Slapping in a rhythm only it can understand. Laced within the slapping are the nettled. Raindrops, cold and sickle sharp. Like mischievous cubs of ursine mother,. Together, they come marauding. The storm. Quickly she comes. Born of. Passage m...
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Mantis in a Teacup: Winter's Ice
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Mantis in a Teacup. Where the inscrutable breaks the confines of polite society. Monday, January 15, 2007. Within her heart is snow fall. Inch by inch covering the scorched place. Where the dream took light, blazed and died. Its sputtering ashen death. Silence befalls this place. Only the cold hiss of ice crystals. Landing en masse like cruise ship. Tourists overtaking the shore. Surely they’ve never been here before. They peruse the shops looking for perfect gifts. The beret from Paris? I don't like snow.
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Mantis in a Teacup: January 2007
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Mantis in a Teacup. Where the inscrutable breaks the confines of polite society. Monday, January 15, 2007. Within her heart is snow fall. Inch by inch covering the scorched place. Where the dream took light, blazed and died. Its sputtering ashen death. Silence befalls this place. Only the cold hiss of ice crystals. Landing en masse like cruise ship. Tourists overtaking the shore. Surely they’ve never been here before. They peruse the shops looking for perfect gifts. The beret from Paris? And shame of fal...
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Mantis in a Teacup: My Only Religion
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Mantis in a Teacup. Where the inscrutable breaks the confines of polite society. Tuesday, November 14, 2006. At the Altar of One. I will worship at the altar of all that you are. With the reckless abandon of a woman's. Soul eclipsed and enlightened by yours. My light, dimmed without your light,. Your light, shadowed without my light. In swirling Oneness, we are beauty defined. I am yours, beloved. I'm afraid to ask. Gibran blushes, Hesse stirs. Almustafa scans the sea,. Siddhartha sits the river.
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Kyle Kimberlin | Metaphor
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Surely some revelation is at hand. Skip to primary content. Skip to secondary content. Author Archives: Kyle Kimberlin. August 6, 2016. It begs the question:. Would it have been better to survive by means of collusion – in 1940s Germany, or as a Christian in 1920s Russia – or is it better to die fighting evil? What sacrifice would you or I make to stop the imminent rise of evil, unenlightened despotism? If you could go back in time, would you kill baby Hitler? May 30, 2016. History will not be kind about...
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