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A man in a library asked the librarian, "Can you tell me where the self-help section is?" The librarian replied, "Now, doesn't that kind of defeat the whole purpose?"
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I'm not sure i really want to be remembered. so much of what i've done caused pain for others. left things broken or used up. Those are the marks I've left If I could finish... More »
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Alone, I write, practice music, compose on the computer and make colorful graphic things. I cook chickpeas and lentils and record my experiments for sharing. I blog. meditate and practice guru yoga. I imagine all... More »
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Dear Lama, The last time were here you asked me to do lots of White Tara meditations or if I was going to do them and I said yes. The thing is that I did... More »
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Just This. Just Kind not any sort nothing more nor less than this (^_^)
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When My Ex-girlfreind called me up and invited me to a picnic, that was ok, when she said she was about three months pregnant, I was still OK. It was three months sins wee even... More »
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ALL of them! ^_^
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My Natural Mother, has been my closest friend and teacher since i was twenty three years old. I grew up in an adoptive family and my parents gave me enough affection and guidance to insure... More »
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The small things sometimes seem more important. When i was in college, in Philadelphia, two friends and I decided to take a trip to NYC and visit a few galleries.The college chartered the bus and... More »
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My words go out to you like a bloody head Smacked against a prison wall. Carried by the reek of corpses heaped in open graves, Echoed by the croak of ravens choked on rotted flesh.... More »
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