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January 15, 2011 – Happy, Joy, and Bliss

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If Happy was one of the seven dwarfs, then Joy and Bliss are probably his cooler, hip older sisters who taught him how to smile in the first place.

I know they are related. All involve a level of positive energy that is difficult to independently manifest out of thin air, or recreate an exact duplicate once the chaos theory has reordered the universe.

Welcome heart-roomies, Happy can often be at home without the other two, however, once Joy gets the party started, she puts a call into Bliss who will show up if she hasn’t traveled too far away.

I know Happy very well and we spend lots of time together. Joy and I are close, but on a more infrequent visitation schedule. I have met Bliss a few times over the course of my life and know we will get some more time together.

I hope I can always appreciate these grand spirits and let them stick around as long as possible whenever they show up.

Especially knowing that Sad, Sorrow, and Misery have a timeshare on the room upstairs.

 

January 14, 2011 – Liberally Not Amused

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Liberal does not equal insult.

Claustrophobia can be found inside spaces equal to the size of my brain.

Progress only lasts as long as we let it.

Cold feet are really fucking annoying.

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I made a promise that I would write at least once a day, every day for 8 weeks. It’s only been three days, I think, and I have yet to be able to put more than a few sentences together. None of which are in anyway coherent or the proverbial light at the end of the tunnel to get this colossal UFO off my back.

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Nails on a chalkboard are not always just nails on a chalkboard.

Word counts are only as accurate as the words that count.

Crocodile tears wash away the clouds and drown out the thunder.

Which way to Serenity, please? I need to go off world for a spell, way out into the goram black.

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I thought I was supposed to be getting “older and wiser” – instead I’m getting “older and much-less-able-to-focus-on-any-one-thing-for-longer-than-I-can-hold-my-bladder.” I have an innate sense for life – we all do. That’s why we breathe, curse and love without fail. I seem to have misplaced one of my “n”s and put an “m” in its place, creating an entirely different experience on a day-to-day basis.

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floating above lead
fearful of poisoning falls
a violin weeps

 

January 13, 2011 – Some Inspiro Musings

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“accidental orange juice”

There comes a time in every woman’s life when she wakes up, sees her wide ass in the wide-ass mirror through her tired-ass eyes, and wonders what the hell happened.

Well, maybe not every woman, but probably most women?

Okay, hopefully not just me.

The point is when life’s lemons start showing up as pound cake thighs drizzled in doughnut glaze and permanently pursed lips from the sour taste in the back of the throat, it’s gotta be time to change some shit up and make orange juice, right?

The brain says there are
no accidents for realsies.
Sound waves between ears.