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uncooked
My healthy new year will include lots of fruit: apples and bananas for breakfast maybe some strawberries and blueberries too definitely green beans, cranberries, or raisins with lunch how about some walnuts and sandpaper bread? Almost anything uncooked and hard to digest! (apparently, that's best) but I need to change what…
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In the air
If I could write good songs, I'd want to write them about love Love has so many forms! there's the "hanging-on-a-cliff-in-the-dark" type or the "sitting-in-the-sun-holding-hands" variation or the "Oh my God!! Our son is SO BEAUTIFUL!! " moment or, the "I can't believe you're still this wonderful" glance and twinkle we can…
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Goes Past Fast
NO ROOM, GO IN dire as the night is long past dawn is round as the clock is time offering no ornaments no containment to catch our views four corners begetting eight and never much is added to the power of nine over a human day no control turns its pages in between lies green lies gray the tunneling deep is dark is void…
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Dumb-ass love story.
I don’t share my heart I can’t feel the things you feel I’ve tried one time before but it hurt too much inside So don’t tell me that you love me I’ve played this game before. I’ll play my guitar for you I’ll sing a pretty song But that’s all that I can do But don’t tell me that you love me Because there is too much pain if…
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Ed artist
http://simpledoyle.tumblr.com/post/17616566341 http://simpledoyle.tumblr.com/tagged/my-sister%27s-drawings Some kid on Tumblr draws Ed pics. She's got skills.
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Another year older
Another birthday is coming and I'm feeling it this time thinking to myself: "So what's the vision for the next few decades? What are you gonna do Miz Annie? What are your plans? Oh, do you have any?" yes, this is the right time to make some You know, some grand plans! these years have flown by and I still feel like the…
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Vincent Van Gogh
Ive been reading some of the writings of this artist lately. So I found this person who studies his writings and writes his own poetry books based on his inspiration of Van Gogh. So this guy writing and publishing his own poems inspired by Vincent was mediocre at best. The dude has like 10000 followers on his twitter for…
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you play a game of slap when I play a little tickle say your love is open but in truth you're just a little fickle yeah I like the bump and grind you've been chasing a coined pony I'm not buying while I'm grabbing just a little shopping from the window keep on watching till there's snow cuz I stretch while I grab while I'm…
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or was it hash (part I)
just open he's goin and down it all comes here or there over the line left behind easy crazy on out (easy crazy on out)... (deleted) freedom would be these wheels rollin on out easy on out reporting sunbeams squeeling tires each one on fire so many sunships leading each large balloon (airship) a skyburst going down fallin'…
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wet cement
Rollin' down quietly like a hose on sloping driveway bits and pieces of truth are getting the cement wet I'm feeling too glad to let these extra dollies get me down let 'em imagine they're winning their petty games (especially since I'm not bothering to fight with them) I don't think they've read enough history! (Do they…
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Michael
He spent most his life in prison He lived his life one day at a time He left his wife and two sons All he wanted was just to get away But I guess that's just the way the story goes. He told me that he loves his boys But he couldn’t stand the pain of a life that is going nowhere I guess he just didn’t know how to play the…
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Lessons in Futility
Took one step off the beaten path and ended up where I began Where are you trying to go child? Asked a frail and fragile man Trying to find the meaning of life The eternal search for the truth To look for the truth You must first go blind You cannot see from these eyes But by searching your own mind To hear the truth feign…
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colorful and hard
she is and has me (off my rocket) this (all colors exchange with one another) i must be drunk she kisses like this i a fooolish man under this tree and as dumb, the clouds and me what with nowhere to go and all floating around and in love i can tell my steps are smaller than they used to be this the flowers between them…
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the benefit
The thing most noticeable about the thoughtless-stream-style is the way it goes along, goes along, goes along, and actually takes you somewhere, even when you have no destination planned! rushing along, rushing downhill, moving over the rocks it pulls whatever is in there OUT I might not know I'm upset, but it shows up I…
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The Scientist - Part I
Observe the malady. Raising children in plague rounds. Is this the reality to establish? Diffusion is not purpose. Ignorance is not culture. Is debt paid to society only expectation of reward? Outcasting those that tell stories to no one but themselves, yet demanding answers from no one in particular? Talents, valiance,…
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The Grand Circus Calamity
Come one, come all to a circus affair Such a feat seen again would be so rare A tale of how we've let ourselves in Allowing the hostile takeover, the sin Oh what a joy this will be to watch Use your eyes to content, but please do not touch A nation torn by heartache, war Creating history, sailors’ lore A trapeze act of…
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THIS IS SOME DEEP SHIT!
because of the cosmological constant, this puts a limit on how large the event horizon of the universe can be. the dark energy enters the universe through calabi-yau manifolds, which pushes them away from all the others and thus expands the universe. because the cosmological constant has a tiny, finite value, there must be…
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Cadillac Dreams
The lady doesn’t know that she’s stealing my heart Two steps away and worlds apart I have Cadillac dreams and a old Dodge Dart But she’s standing right there and we’re worlds apart. With her Gucci purse and diamond necklace and rings She can’t see me She has everything. But I’m two steps away And the lady doesn’t know…
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mercury sea
mercury ships sailing off our teeth the sun runs and hides down come the masts we have not wind nor dream as the house cat turns the clock gear's crank with her pawns we have not yet ran out of sea and no wind all of... and this ocean tide dead as door nails and the displacement of our luck we have literally hung each and…
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Another mixed one
I think I could grow to like this quick stream splatter patter this fish girl could roll completely around on moving water circle, bob, circle bump, flip buoyant old log or a tossed plastic bottle bob, dip, bob, whoops some boob dropped it "Go!" (got to) over the Swoosh Fall we slippery polish the rocks along the slope…
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Quick stream, Draft raft
writing like the madhatter ones it MUST be fun willy-nilly scribling down some mixture of sense and nonsense blender thrown blender mashed blender chopped, grind it, grind it, grind it allll Le together, moon beams white star light bright Star Shine song like an old play, those days (I remember them) hair and skin and bare…
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Band Reading List
The only thing I've read that was directly recommended by the band is Ishmael. I enjoyed it and a couple of others by Quinn, so I am looking for other books that band members have mentioned to add to my own reading. I know there are a few great pieces done about the band, but I am not looking for texts whose topic is Pearl…
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My Peace
Pull the hatred from my bones, smooth the edges of my bitterness with the knife that spreads the honey of my smile; the one that thins as the dimness of my eyes begins. Let the words calm the twitching of my soul, restless and heavy, and grant me the escape I seek, as my heart lurches within its cage. Bring the mercy and…
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remotely?
I don't know how everyone else feels but I really think it's incredible that my life is so extremely busy I know it's partially my own fault for having three jobs plus a family, a husband, and an instrument that requires practicing but STILL do my days have to be this full? so full that finding time to practice or time to…
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Men & Women
Lately, some have been left to live on scraps. yeah, scraps and crumbs from the floor! but that's not right any more. it's time to talk about love on Valentine's Day and in my home everyday we talk about Love (small l, big L, "Love") Love is so big it can give us wings it lifts us up, it makes us sing! big Love has some…
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Love, Etc.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Love gives permission to leave the goal-directed, accomplishment-oriented, material-possession-accumulating, daily life world of the struggle for survival in a capitalist world ......and to enter an experience of play, pleasure, humor, song and dance and art, joyfulness, ecstasy, sexual fulfillment,…
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The pull
He pulls me with his eyes, He pulls me with his lips, He pulls me with his mind, fingertips He is like a planet and I caught in his orbit Surrender he says It might be dangerous Surrender he says I never felt like tis Surrender he says It's all I ever really wanted