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New Folder: January 2013
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Friday, January 18, 2013. Some nights I stay up cleaning all my samples. Some nights I wanna give up. Some nights I wish I leave before the janitor. Some nights I wish for more luck. I followed all the steps, repeated ten times too. And I'm still not sure what I did wrong, Oh. Where did I go wrong? Where did I go wrong? Most nights I don't know, anymore. Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,. Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh. Prep a sample and load it in. Turn up the heat within. SEM late at night.
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New Folder: June 2012
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012. Blinding lights glow like a horizon singed. All the opulence that gold did bring. A voiceless symphony flows with the river. The silent whispers drift on forever. Long grey shadows cast upon the water,. Bend and break with it's laughter. A thousand hues meld with the azure skies,. As the sun closes its vermilion eyes. Upon the old bridge standing together,. In the dying light, glowing forever. Words of love and words of wonder,. That time shall never sunder. Tuesday, June 12, 2012.
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New Folder: Eternal Glow
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Saturday, April 11, 2015. As the rain begins to wash off her fears. Her thoughts return to the present. The smell of the rain brings back memories of all those years. The pale reminiscent of a rainy day. Melding clouds obscure her face. Hoping that the wind would blow them to a place far away. When the rain would disappear. And the wind would lift her up. As the eternal glow of her smile brightens the world around her. Her light pours into this gloomy day. All the memories are left behind. 160; ...
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New Folder: July 2012
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Friday, July 06, 2012. Along the wrinkles of books forgotten. Yellowing pages, dusty and old. Flowing words; a river of black and gold. Beginnings and endings untold. Tracing the outline of every little bend. Warm ink painted on pages cold. Slip into stories from times new and old. Of the brave, beautiful and bold. Flying far, unto the imaginations end. To familiar worlds so unknown. Valleys of flowers and castles of stone. Glow with all the beauty adorn. The place where truth and lies blend. 160; ...
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New Folder: April 2015
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Saturday, April 11, 2015. As the rain begins to wash off her fears. Her thoughts return to the present. The smell of the rain brings back memories of all those years. The pale reminiscent of a rainy day. Melding clouds obscure her face. Hoping that the wind would blow them to a place far away. When the rain would disappear. And the wind would lift her up. As the eternal glow of her smile brightens the world around her. Her light pours into this gloomy day. All the memories are left behind. 160; ...
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New Folder: June 2011
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Friday, June 17, 2011. Sleep sets in swift, as I drift. Into a world serene; where my heart is free. Afloat a tranquil stream. Thoughts, I’m bereft of thee. The mist unveils a face, not unfamiliar. Her eyes; an oasis in the sun. Her breath; evanescent white silk. Her laughter; an evening bird song. Her voice; a soft benevolent breeze. In darkness, she is my moon. When lead astray, she is the stars that guide. In dispair, she is an ocean of hope. Her gentle hands cup the embers of life;. Links to this post.
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New Folder: September 2014
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014. As the winds change direction and the sun grows colder. Her thoughts veiled by the faint shadows. All life slowly fades into the grey. Alone she stands brighter than ever. Revealing the approaching fall. The fascinating world around, a reticent giver. Was never her own to keep. What was borrowed shall be bequeathed. Truth, a bitter pang in her heart. Reflected within the lonely tears. Time trickles through as the day grows older. Her memories held dear fall apart. Some nights...
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New Folder: July 2014
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Wednesday, July 16, 2014. Through Her Lilting Eyes. Afloat this benevolent paradise. I drift along with all the others. Searching for a gentle starlight. A flickering moment, growing older. Life is a fairy tale filled with lies. I choose to ignore, why even bother. About what is true and what is right. When it's easier to believe it all. In this perfect world of mine. Bereft of pain and any sorrow. I live and I smile. The truth doesn't matter at all. If I believe that I would never fall. Best Of The Lot:.
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New Folder: August 2012
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Friday, August 17, 2012. Photo courtesy of Sambit Palit. Shafts of silver, light an untainted world. Glowing mist surround surreal silhouettes. Palpable reflections on water turquoise. Of mighty mountains and glacial ice. Earth adorn in shades of evergreen. A gown embroidered with alpine trees. Frills and folds capture colors changing. Every little hue of a crimson painting. Laughing waters bright and crystalline. Dance by meadows of purple and yellow. As they thaw and merge into lakes placid. Some night...
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New Folder: May 2011
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Sunday, May 29, 2011. Hitch Web 2.0. No woman wakes up saying: "God, I hope I don't get a tweet today.". Now, she might say, "This is a really bad time for texting me.". Or something like, "I just need some time with myspace.". Or my personal favorite: "I'm really not into orkuting right now.". Neither does she. You know why? Because she's lying to you, that's why. It's not a bad time to text her. She doesn't need myspace. She may not be into orkut anymore. Or possibly, "Try harder, stupid.". If you don'...
