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  • And so the story goes....

    - 12 years ago
    The little and not-so-little ironies of life continue of course to hit each of us with unequal fervor... Strangely enough for today's ironic update, the ancient crush (yes yes china girl!) comes back into the picture with a *bang*!!!! Crushes are funny things. What they are, are unknown patches of feelings that are malignant with unusual staying power. You have no idea how they get there (chances are, you've never spoken to the person before in your life) and you have no clue whatsoever wha…

  • here's to you...

    - August 16, 2007
    I don't know why some days retain their importance long after the reason for them has died. I don't know why some people hold a place in your heart long after their presence in your life diminishes. I dont know why some relationships take you, mould you, shape you, break you and ultimately make you into who you are. My saga was one of those. While it lasted there was lots of everything. Lots of love, lots of fun, lots and lots of laughter, lots of me, lots of her, lots of us. Now - nothing…

  • and so it is...

    - August 14, 2007
    I promised myself a couple of years ago that I'd never let myself feel this mind-numbing soul deep loneliness again. An emptiness that comes hand in hand with loss and broken dreams. The kind of feeling that makes you wish you'd never dreamt those dreams in the first place. Perhaps its not your fate in life to dream. It feels like one day you held the world in the palm of your hand and the next day you have nothing left but ashes and dust. So much for your world.…

  • Fact

    - August 13, 2007
    No true failure ever began as a quest for mere adequacy. A motto of the British Special Air Force is: 'Those who risk, win.' A single green vine shoot is able to grow through cement. The Pacific Northwestern salmon beats itself bloody on it's quest to travel hundreds of miles upstream against the current, with a single purpose, sex of course, but also... life

  • We Are Many

    - August 12, 2007
    Of the many men whom I am, whom we are, I cannot settle on a single one. I am lost... I have departed for another city. When everything seems to be set to show me off as a man of intelligence, the fool I keep concealed on my person takes over my talk and occupies my mouth. On other occasions, I am dozing in the midst of people of some distinction, and when I summon my courageous self, a coward completely unknown to me swaddl…