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a glimpse: The old boxer
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I like to go barefoot; get depressed when there is no sunshine; never count calories; never count beers; cut my hair when i am bored; wish i had long hair; hate to be cold; do not function well in the morning; love my hairy hubby. I touch his arm. He turns slowly and looks at me. Who are you? He asks me. I tell him I'm the new psychologist, I wanted to meet him. Ah. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Stuff Dutch People Like. If only text books were written this way.
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Even Angels Fall: The breath that still flows
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Drifting in, clutching at, awed by, life. December 19, 2012. The breath that still flows. Shared by Even Angels Fall on Wednesday, December 19, 2012. A breath, yours. Soft, hot, chilling. The ear, mine. Curved - an art on skin. The meeting of both. Explodes, a confetti of feelings. A beat becomes a throb. Of that breath that still flows. A begging of hearts. A pleading of souls. Begging the emptiness of body. An urging of minds. That breath that still flows. Fills the pleading souls. Eyes meet and hold.
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Even Angels Fall: 21-Jul-2012
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Drifting in, clutching at, awed by, life. July 21, 2012. Of tadpoles, sharks, fish, honeypots, gutter and androids. Shared by Even Angels Fall on Saturday, July 21, 2012. Head and tail. That's what makes them. The epitome of non-complexity. The exact opposite of what our lives are. What we have made them to be. Tadpoles. The beginning, is what they symbolize. Like fish out of water. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Enter your email address:. Template Design by SkinCorner. Grunged Girl Imag...
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Life and a Slice of Bread: Me and my vices
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Finding happiness right under your nose. Friday, November 12, 2010. Me and my vices. This is me. I'm sorry. It's a bit unfortunate, maybe even slightly sad but this is it. When I wake up in the morning, I can only wake up as myself. Not my mother, not Mother Teresa and definitely not you. Severely dented, overly distressed, disturbingly confused by life but there's only so much I can do to change myself. Things that make me charming yet complex (charmingly complex):. 1 I talk to myself:. 8 I do not repea...
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a glimpse: October 2010
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I like to go barefoot; get depressed when there is no sunshine; never count calories; never count beers; cut my hair when i am bored; wish i had long hair; hate to be cold; do not function well in the morning; love my hairy hubby. Gipsies are people too. He comes back, "I told them! The blond boy looks guilty and blushes. One boy starts defending himself, "but she did it first! She swore at me! I'm sure you did nothing to deserve that," I say. "You should be nice to her. She's a person too.".
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Life and a Slice of Bread: Lead Me ( Happy Father's Day)
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Finding happiness right under your nose. Monday, June 18, 2012. Lead Me ( Happy Father's Day). How do we make them appreciated for their efforts and sacrifice? How do we make them know, that what they do means as much to everyone as they should. Maybe even if it doesn't include sending gifts and declaring undying love from the roof tops, we should consider our actions and embrace the outcome. So here are my few subjective suggestions. Be kind and try not to get easily angered:. Do not dishonor him:.
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Life and a Slice of Bread: Walk like an Egyptian
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Finding happiness right under your nose. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. Walk like an Egyptian. Try to fly by night:. Me, (points at my name) this is man." and then he grinned at me. A beautiful, happy, genuine grin of pure joy. The holiday had began. Because dear Amget did not speak my language, he communicated and showed me the sights using grunts, whistles and obscure sounds, to which I nodded and smiled. Drive like an Egyptian:. A nice looking variety:. Give me your hand. Midoooo and Alfredo respectively).
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a glimpse: Excuse me waiter, can you tell me if the chef washed his hands first?
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I like to go barefoot; get depressed when there is no sunshine; never count calories; never count beers; cut my hair when i am bored; wish i had long hair; hate to be cold; do not function well in the morning; love my hairy hubby. Excuse me waiter, can you tell me if the chef washed his hands first? And then I go out for dinner and find that I technically cannot eat half of what is on the menu. So, how careful should I be? First of all, who do I listen to? Do I avoid all alcohol at all costs (like my fri...
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a glimpse: August 2011
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I like to go barefoot; get depressed when there is no sunshine; never count calories; never count beers; cut my hair when i am bored; wish i had long hair; hate to be cold; do not function well in the morning; love my hairy hubby. From the man who wrote that 'the British youth are the most unpleasant and ugly that exist', a critique of modern British, if not all modernday western, culture:. Http:/ www.spectator.co.uk/print/essays/7157308/its-fun-to-smash-things.thtml. For now, i'll chew my nails, sweat a...
