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Fruitlessly attempting to figure me out. Occasionally coming to an idea, then life proving me wrong. What I know for sure is that I can never know for sure.
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Hey y'all
Tue, October 30, 2007 - 1:24 PM
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I'm headin up the road to visit a dear friend of mine who's studying up in Kelowna. I'm hoping to head there on either Thursday night or Friday and am on the lookout for a ride. Any leads?? Alastair. 778-737-7059
I want to run hard
Sat, April 21, 2007 - 3:05 AM
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I want to feel the concrete beneath me Its porous nature soaking up any sweat that seeps from me. Any drip that finds its way out of me I want to run hard I want to breathe where I can’t breathe any more Gasping for breath as I push myself foreword Gasp with my blood coming up my throat Cough it all and then dryly inhale as the moisture pours out of every crevice Dry my parched teeth gums and tongue they all crack I want to run hard I want to run till my t... read more
For all the years I remember,
Thu, April 12, 2007 - 1:20 PM
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We’ve gathered when the sun seldom shines Round a wet table to share our colours with families An that event engages the calendars of our time Sisters and I Portraits of us now, spread thinly across the country Each with germinating lives. Yet, we soak up the sun at different times These flowers seldom congregate The light shines upon us, and fractures, spreading colours to each one. All different, and all the same We bloom So now I wash us ... read more
I found a man inside a tree this afternoon.
Thu, November 30, 2006 - 2:17 PM
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He'd made it his home on the side of the road A hollow tree, An art gallery A craft shop A gathering place A trumpet and guitar leaning against the thatched mats lining the walls A man who's love for his country is also his concern. Concerns that most don't see The infiltration of European and North American cultures slowly eating away customs Plastic bags discarded as if they're organic Huge advertisments line the streets. "eat USA r... read more
The slow approaching pressure of judgment sinks in around me
Wed, November 22, 2006 - 3:06 PM
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I feel not at fault Perhaps missunderstood Perhaps not, but a single worked word can be read as emansipation or decimation to the reader Such is the power of the word. Warping capabilities to interperet what you do and do not want to comprehend. You may be off the author's path. Cold cool stone. Battered about by waves. Rest on solomn sand
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