the radiation had affected all of them
her throat was raw-lungs barely weezing... the sunlight seemed different, her eyesight more alive..
wishing for a more wholesome and loving life
she woke the fuck up and made coffee
throats and communication
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reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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good morning sunshine
she woke the fuck up and made coffee[/quote]
she woke the fuck up and made coffee[/quote]
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snowman- ugh you have no idea how much i did not like the snow in 2009-however- thanx- the coffee is better this morning, and i am not running for the door so it s all good-
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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She said she’d brew the coffee, but she bled
the water plain. She said she’d set the ta-
ble, but the cupboards full remained. She said
that she was happy, but then I said: Then say
no more— there’s gotta be a better way.
I asked is she’d been honest, and she pled
she’d never lied. I’m limited, not la-
zy was the truth that she’d confide. Instead
of being perfect, she’d grown fond of be-
ing good. Instead of being right, she’d come
to value understood. Instead of true
confessions, she’d confess to what is true:
You don’t add up to love when love’s become
the sum of you: you’re simply somehow free.
the water plain. She said she’d set the ta-
ble, but the cupboards full remained. She said
that she was happy, but then I said: Then say
no more— there’s gotta be a better way.
I asked is she’d been honest, and she pled
she’d never lied. I’m limited, not la-
zy was the truth that she’d confide. Instead
of being perfect, she’d grown fond of be-
ing good. Instead of being right, she’d come
to value understood. Instead of true
confessions, she’d confess to what is true:
You don’t add up to love when love’s become
the sum of you: you’re simply somehow free.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
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creativesoul
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you rock joel soooo good- sweet keep writing she is still around-
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
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