Månad: februari 2003
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Haiku #00000000001
Daylight becomes nightfall wheels spinning on end woke up today
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I’ve been reading some books concerning the Victorian period in my Autobiography class such as Edward Gosse’s Father and Son, Harriet Jacob’s Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl and a chapter in the book Eminent Victorians called Florence Nightingale and it strikes me how much the Christian Judeo faith is steeped into the…
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Incredible, I finished my first e-book, I am now a full member of the cyber world! Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl by Harriet Jacobs. The book is a myriad of emotions uneasily untangled. One can discern several traces of Plato’s, The Apology and even Charlotte Brontí« Jane Eyre. This is the first…
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The Mercs
The limousine approached us in cover of darkness and as I opened the doors, I saw that Victor was already seated next to Senator Foxtrite. We had planned to smuggle ourselves out of the country by these means, it meant a good deal of cash, but well worth it. My earlier suspicions dissipated as the…
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Exequies
Today brings new life Our dying self expires We kiss goodbye forever A new self arrives Thinking we them rid Hid indeed they did For habits remain insistingly Or we but mourn? No more to be (sayeth we) Yet ghosts linger on Possesing our newfound selves Ensuing us into battle Our memories bristly live Failing…
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bask
There is a zone in the soul that allows for the imagination to wonder about, free, from this mundane world. It is easily accessed by closing your eyes and using for background the vastness of the universe, you can find yourself somewhere else. You know the background can either be a star filled space or…
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Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl
Reading now: Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl Hate network covers darkness futile escape eyes everywhere ye of hope run to me embrace will I your precious ambition Even if you’re caught lashing out lasting pain the hate network dies everytime you freedom try the pain and memory remains in our crying swelling…
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Like any other soul in the face of the planet I tend to favor the noises one would call music. However, being tricultural doesn’t necessarily help and being the kind of person the way I am one tends to favor all sorts of music, so that at any giving time, I tend to like more…
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Get used it, it’s life. Nothing else can be done. In all its drudge and monotony, it’s life, so get over it. People really actually don’t see this but there you have it, in all its splenders and wonders in every sunset and every nightfall, you couldn’t ask for more. Yet people dream on, they…
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The resemblence was unique, it couldn’t of been otherwise. The beauty surpassed everything I have seen. It was what the greeks call kheir and our atom scientists chiral two of the same, in essence, and this was chirality. I took one good look and I was dead ceartin this was the One. In my life…