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  1. she breezes in once every three months and starts fixing everyone, knows all the answers to the questions no-one's asking. she wounds me so.
  2. @rudycarrasco http://bit.ly/1ftLew Have you seen this? Be interested in hearing your take on it...
  3. http://bit.ly/1ftLew Me thinks the Atlantic has some 'splaining to do. very strange.
  4. i now understand all those things she said. i built a shameful circus hall of smoke and mirrors but, in the end, i could only fool myself.
  5. green tea ginger ale: zen and not zen: how ordinary the strange becomes. world without end says the priest, but it's now a world off kilter.
  6. ah, bennicus, chasing lady gaga's saffron locks. the distance between a love and a lover, a dream and the dreamed, is the weight of a heart.
  7. am concerned that twitter has not yet changed my life. perhaps the sporadic tweets? ah yes, the fault is mine. (how i love postmodern guilt)
  8. 39 meditations on life - and all of them too zen for buddha. that's what it's like now, all that crap. damn poets - throw a punch for once.
  9. sometimes i think the entire universe comes down to three possible options. this makes perfect sense. only three. yes. but which three?
  10. leonard cohen in the pub, drunk as a sot, without his pants. he roars that bukowski was a hack and i think, hey - poets should not drink.
  11. how can our stories be told? everything that matters is naked in the moonlight, whispered in tears, madness and a wildly impossible hope.
  12. leonard cohen is in my kitchen, rooting through my cupboards. damn fool - now everyone has tea and oranges that come all the way from china.
  13. no-one in this town has any lines on their face; no scars on their knuckles, no leather on their neck. ain't nobody got a name, either.
  14. we're all alchemists, trying to turn lead into gold. perhaps a beautiful accident, a serendipitous fate, a new world. we just keep trying.
  15. i stand at the gate post, my gaze to the horizon, dreaming adventure. but upon the love warmed hearth - there waits the deeper mysteries.
  16. once i cried revolucion! in the street - tomorrow i have breakfast with the establishment. oh, what outrageous lies i tell the sidewalk!
  17. i search the parking lot, looking for lost carts. how can i be lonely with these, my metal wire friends, each one singing a squeaking song?
  18. never-ending affluence blinds us to gratitude: we have so much to be thankful for that we can't see how much we have to be thankful for.
  19. i am so thankful for youtube / because every thanksgiving / i can watch the show where they / drop turkeys from the helicopter.
  20. perhaps it's best not to remember: perhaps it's best to walk into the future without the past. in the end, though, all we have is who we are