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The world can be hard, full of trickery,
Full of deceit,
Full of injustice,
Full of pain.
But there is an emptiness waiting, my friend--a great glowing emptiness,
Soft and fragrant with the essence of peace,
The essence of serenity.
You are almost there, my friend.
The magnificent emptiness is the eternal harbor for your soul.
Take my hand, friend.
Take my hand and take a step, just one more step,
And you are there.
The only entitlement guaranteed should be the fruits of one's own labor.
an occasional birthday dinner, and of course Marathon
Remember, your dad loves you and he always wanted more for you than he ever wanted for himself. And if he pushes your buttons, just tell yourself that he's a master at doing that because he's the one who installed them in the first place.
a heavy, hooded wool
You mean that's your idea of desire, with all those commas?
His memory is perfectly clear
and serves no good, no purpose
at all. He has seen things before
(the fly in the bottle,
the indeterminate will).
Santa Muerte, Saint Death,
we pray to you to swallow our breath.
When you find you don't like a character, you just type four letters and he's dead.
Never compare your inside with somebody else's outside. -Gabe Singleton remembering his counselor's first advice-
It seemed to me that I was put on earth to take care of people. That is what I should be doing, and I never got tired of it.
Aygi Cycle (4)
Coarse hawthorn
beloved uncle's
memory entwined
among its
gnarled and
armored limbs
copy of
Lolita by
his deathbed
Sometimes we have to hit bottom before we figure out how to really enjoy life.
Data is just like crude. It's valuable, but if unrefined it cannot really be used. It has to be changed into gas, plastic, chemicals, etc., to create a valuable entity that drives profitable activity; so must data be broken down, analyzed for it to have value.
The Classical Study (3)
The Master has forgotten his hat.
Without his hat he cannot fly.
Without his hat his dreams escape
up.
Without his hat he cannot tip
his hat to that woman passing by
whom he remembers
from somewhere, as in a dream,
a room in a dream or maybe a beach,
a beach by the sea,
blindingly white,
hatless, he and she.
You must have me confused with myself
country highway. He sensed that he was
In this day and age, love is temporary and marriage is unnatural
the product of Madison Avenue advertising executives and television producers.
