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confessions of a typewriter or are they?

Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i cant say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. Dancing On my Own. Posted by the lowly gardener at 111100 PM. Links to this post. Well, its not. Posted by the lowly gardener at 114600 PM. Links to this post. Here in the silence I wait.

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ramblings of a demented mind.

love scene in the hot shower. lithium carbonate on the horizon. love affairs in a blade of grass. love affairs in blades of tongues. the gate to the doorway of my mind. Thursday, July 23, 2015. The candle I light for you. From a barely known friend. And in this gesture .

i feel like a draft

I held those thoughts, jotted them down, typed them here, posted them, then saved them again as drafts. Friday, December 18, 2009. Monday, November 02, 2009. Learned my lessons, hard.

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Confessions of a typewriter or are they? Songs of confession. songs of profession. songs of the heart. song lyrics. twisted lyrics. twisted words. twisted tongue. untwisted. retwisted. for the things that i cant say out loud . songs of comfort. songs of transport. road signs. roadways. ways to listen to my heart. Dancing On my Own. Posted by the lowly gardener at 111100 PM. Links to this post. Well, its not. Posted by the lowly gardener at 114600 PM. Links to this post. Here in the silence I wait.

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ramblings of a vagabond

Thursday, September 6, 2012. Forever we will be mired in our humanity, our souls chained inside one fallible earthbound body after another. We are to look to these great men for inspiration, for hope, but in their eyes I see only fear-veiling arrogance and futility. Tuesday, February 28, 2012. Grey skies lord over the Shanghai streets. They are a clichéd and mocking reflection of the grey weight of homesickness that has piled so heavily inside my abdomen. In short, I am miserable.