I have been reading a lot of poetry recently, mainly the Canterbury tales, thinking about including them in my story. I like Chaucer. A serial killer that likes Chaucer... don't know how that sounds but that's on my mind right now.... Just got a new car, still don't know what I think of it.... it's cheaper and spends way less fuel than the old jeep I had. it's a Subaru, I've never driven one before but I've only had my licence for a year. I'm growing an avocado tree ...
I have rather on the whime and by a sudden impuslive desiscion decided to start reading Middlemarch, the book has been on my reading list for a while, but it was a rather unplanned impulse which led me to decide to suddenly start reading it now. At any rate, it seems like the sort of book which would be profitable and interesting to discuss while reading so I have opened up a discussion thread for the book if anyone else should take an interest it can be found here: ...
The wide sky leapt above me like a salmon finding its way upstream The wind gently touched my face with the delicate and deft fingers of a blind man I knew the seasons and how they changed, a sure knowledge I wore with my skin And I knew not hunger, nor hungered for more than I had, until I lost it My string of pearls, unknotted, fell, and rolled this way and that Across the polished wooden floor And even though I ...
Where are those who love me? I am so forsaken. I am simply dependent upon God, who is pure, infinite love. What am I doing here on this miserable planet? God alone is real, all else is unreal. And when I preach this, which alone can liberate, then I am met with maya's sharpest swords. Killers of the soul...
There is a pulse that still beats between us, and I wonder.....do you still feel it? Looking through the depths of my soul, there is always you, as an echo in my mind, your voice, seeping through my continues. The grains of sand slide away, we, both of us, morph, as you would say, the pendulum swings, the paradigm shifts, but still there remains something unbroken, inescapable. Guilt tickles at my nerves, though I know, I cannot hold you blameless for it....we both played equal parts....but I seek ...
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