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  1. love&hate

    by , 02-05-2010 at 05:24 AM (day in a life)
    Since I write in this blog like it's a diary I keep in private I'm gonna make a love/hate list mainly because I'm annoyed at the moment and want to think about everything that is going wrong and because I think it's better for me to think about what is going right.

    I hate cars because I keep getting into car troubles
    I love cars when they work
    I hate bad coffee like there is at work
    I love a good cup of coffee more than most people
    I hate my life sometimes ...
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  2. Critical(ness)

    by , 02-05-2010 at 02:34 AM (Nostalgia)
    Pre-reading heads up: This is NOT an attack on ANYONE who falls into the category I am about to discuss. It is merely an observation.

    For some reason, tonight, all the extremely critical viewpoints are standing out to me. It may have something to do with, whatever I thoroughly enjoy (with the exception of cheap cigars and good whiskey) my best friend has to be critical of. I am not an overly critical person of much. To say that I am not critical of anything would be blasphemy- ...

    Updated 02-05-2010 at 02:39 AM by skib

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  3. And...

    the world dissolved into infinite light.
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  4. Book Review: The Seven Storey Mountain

    I posted this as a book review on the main forum. And to help keep myself organized, I like to house these reviews in the blog as well.

    Dear Thomas,

    I read your book. The one about how you came to be a Catholic and later a Cistercian monk. I'll be honest with you; it wasn't what I was expecting. I thought that so much more of it would be devoted to your walking the cold silent halls of your Abbey. But, as I think of The Seven Storey Mountain now, I think it is mostly ...
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  5. Desolation



    Desolation

    Dusty hearts entangled in
    dreams buried deeply beneath
    drawers which have remained
    destitute over the passage of years
    desperate now for escape into
    descending rays of sunlight, to
    drink again the vitals of flowing life.
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