On The Off-Ramp
ContentBut the sights along the way are nice, albeit disjointed. I experienced three moments of extreme bliss in June. Moments like those and occasionally reading the bumper sticker help soften the frustration.
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Trouble with WombatsIt all started innocently enough. To this day, I wonder how it all got so far out of hand. It was a pretty nice day, really. A bit windy, I guess, and a little cool. But I felt OK, and didn’t have to go to work. Well, I kinda felt like I was catching a cold, and I had to stop by the office to pick up some papers and respond to a few e-mail, but mostly I was fine. I’m not complaining, mind you, it really was a terrific day, as I’ve already said. I don’t know why you insist on ruining it by bringing up these mundane things. It’s this kinda thing that makes most of my days so damned unbearable anyway. If people could just lighten up a lTrouble with Wombats
The Sky Tastes like CaramelI laughed and said "the sky tastes like caramel" "Have you ever tasted the sky?" you scoffed "who are you to know?"The Sky Tastes like Caramel
But I only lamented the fact
that you could not taste it too.
You place the world into a cold metal crate,
and cannot see the bliss beyond your logic.
When kites sing songs of freedom,
like the lark's enchanting melodies,
songs that I wish
could reach your covered ears.
Freedom that last only a second,
but is worth every day.
I chase that beautiful dichotomy:
freedom and love simultaneously The one that
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A life spills into the flowers.
Thanks a lot for the fav'!
Cheers from Brussels
Lo
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Did you ever watch your town ? My L
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life wasn't worth the balance or the crumpled paper it was written on.
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We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so.
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"Irresponsibility is part of the pleasure of all art; it is the part the schools cannot recognize." Joyce
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Rogate Omnia
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