Checking the day’s mail. Exactly one of these three media items will end up being consumed. Sad thing about hard things.
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One beautiful March evening, on a narrow aisle in San Jose’s fashionable Whole Foods Market, I walked past the 100% perfect milk bottle.
“Once upon a time, the princess rose from the ashes her dragon lovers made of her & crowned herself the mother-fucking queen of herself. – how’s that for a happily ever after?”
Nobody in the world is new to Donald Trump, nor to that thing that lives on Trump’s head. It is true Trump has said horrible things about minorities, women and everyone who is not Donald Trump. In case you haven’t figured out yet, the below profile from Vanity fair will help. Trump does not hate […]
….in my opinion miracles will never confound a realist. It is not miracles that bring a realist to faith. A true realist, if he is not a believer, will always find in himself the strength and ability not to believe in miracles as well, and if a miracle stands before him as an irrefutable fact, […]
It takes a little time to create a gap between the witness and the mind. Once the gap is there, you are in for a great surprise, that you are not the mind, that you are the witness, a watcher.
Tomas Transtromer writes lines like “We got ready and showed our home. The visitor thought: you live well. The slum must be inside you.”
Like a Russian man who killed over 40 people with deep empathy for a Soviet people who lost their gods and then lost their brotherhood in the post-Soviet era – a people who didn’t believe any more. He believed the people he killed didn’t have a lot left to die.
When the winds of changes shift May your heart always be joyful And may your song always be sung May you stay forever young Forever young, forever young May you stay forever young.
“Superstar politicians and superstar quarterbacks have the same kind of delicate egos, and people who live on that level grow accustomed to very thin, rarefied air. They have trouble breathing in lower altitudes; and if they can’t breathe right, they can’t function.”
A baby in the womb has no idea its Mother loves cool September breezes floating through the twilight window