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Monday, March 10, 2008
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Cast aspersions
Here it goes
So it knows that encapsulated rhythm beneath your toes
Wonderment atoned
Exiled groans sticks and stones to far to have been thrown
Mercurial Light
911d flight isle of wight the kids are allright
Way of rebith
Be kind to mother earth enlighten your own self worth
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
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Cooke
WRB
JRC
Tonka
Rangea
Missya
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Friday, November 09, 2007
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Inaudible Accoutrements
How did it get so slanted, why did we grasp it for granted
The whole process was a lesson learned from afar
The never ending heat, windswept sheets
Trailing along a million sunsets
Is this what it means to be, then I don't want to know
Personally delivered to those not listening
The gauges were set, hearts forget
The stark yearning of a memory
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Tuesday, September 11, 2007
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SS
Current mood:  apathetic
We slipped on the slick subtlety of past uniqueness.
Knowing only the timid run for cover.
Insulted and estranged we clutched our inverted reflection.
Hauling the debts of past battles.
Suspiciously tempting the tides.
Why should it be different?
Congruent shades of time cast astray by the same storm neither knew we each created.
More anxious than confounded, we marched into solidarity blindly.
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Mignonette
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Release date: 27 July, 2004
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Saturday, July 28, 2007
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Skip
Being a season ticket holder and in the deacon club for the past few years I have got to know Skip Prosser a bit. As a fan of wake basketball he was a perfect fit as basketball coach. I sometimes find it strange that we treat sports athletes and coaches with such high regard but in this case it is fitting. He was an amazing coach and wonderful person. He will truly be missed. I am glad the last thing I said to him was to thank him for all that had done for the university and wake forest basketball.
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Thursday, June 28, 2007
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Maybe the sun will shine soon
The sharp blades of glass shimmered through the winds of time
Sienna cliffs dauntingly froze my sensibilities to an unreasonable enclave
Underlying the whole ordeal the subtle points were lost
The only recognizable shadows turned to ghosts
Blue skies once smiled at me
Warm hearts once filled the air
Hope understands that within the true despair
Either way it can only be described as Eden, fair or unfair
7:30 AM
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007
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¡Hallelujah!
Browsing at the blink of an eye we stood alone
Happy circumstance flirted as if it were piffle
The bobbing, the weaving, the fights preceding
It was not our first demagogue rodeo
We tried to see what we wanted to forget
It began to trivialize our shade
Only then were we able to regain consciousness
And tear through the confirmation of our existence
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Saturday, March 24, 2007
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Rant in Y minor
why can't you be a young curmudgeon?
why is "condone" most always used negatively?
why do we treat the elderly as irrelevant?
why do we know the middle names of famous assassins?
why is objectivism disappearing?
why must it not take too long?
why is a banjo so hard to play?
why do I feel public roads will be sponsored by corporations?
why shouldn't some things remain sacred?
why does one idiot doorknob always ruin it for everyone?
why can't anyone take what they need and leave the rest?
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Monday, February 12, 2007
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Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir la
A walk outside exhibited the essence of the evening.
The night on the town eclipsed the dancing stars.
The lines were blurred our souls were cured.
Saving grace as if it were brazenly underestimated.
Would you know if it were you?
Could the thoughts have ever escaped without a trace?
Should those chronicles exist only as encapsulated rhythms?
Why is it that no ships can land on the shore?
Who knew the seasons had become so polarized?
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Monday, January 08, 2007
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Ellipse Me
Running circles endlessly only to see whose trails lay beside you
A deafening game of pickup spirit only to trickle through the nether
Haven't we known all along what we displayed in those stanzas?
Was the dream dreamt? were the circles even run?
Or was this the way life wanted us to dance…
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