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So.... I travel a lot. As much as I love the digital age... I still Love the snailmail culture more... I love to write postcards!!! If anyone of my friends would like to receive postcards from me... send me your address... I have no nefarious intents... I just like writing to people... but that said I would not expect you to post you address here...
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_chaos_:
Best blog. Ever.
Its been snowing for at least 8 hours here. Hopefully no work tomorrow!!!
_pie_:
I am thinking the kid will be off school.
beautifak:
hahaha
many people wish that hahaha
many people wish that hahaha
I just was outside smoking and i saw an owl swoop through the sky and land at the top of the tree on my front yard. Now I know that he was looking for the cute bunnies that live in my yard, but it was cool all the same!
alleycake:
I love owls, I'm thinking about getting a tattoo with/of one actually. So yea, that's awesome.
leaving El Pao Woo Hoo!!!
I am going back to El Paso!!!!!! Woooooo Hoooo
_chaos_:
I cna't believe you're happy about that!!!
_pie_:
warm weather, yay!
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I am almost 35 years old and I have only been published once... and that was as a poet... not what I had expected of my life so far... I think I need to get to work on my writing again...
liv:
yeeeeeeeeee do it!!!!!!
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sindri:
how are you doing?
The thing that age brings is not wisdom... I thought I was wisw at 18 and have never changed my mind...
I am thinking of volunteering to go to Iraq
I am thinking of volunteering to go to Iraq
The dreaming never stops
I live for the next
The wings of moths have the capacity
To hold or capture
Our drinks and dreams live
My life is often lived on a blinking light
I see that I am bound by language
Language makes me look further
Chapped lips and sour lips
Longing for time spent on highways
Happy hour disenfranchised
Then finding the south...
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I live for the next
The wings of moths have the capacity
To hold or capture
Our drinks and dreams live
My life is often lived on a blinking light
I see that I am bound by language
Language makes me look further
Chapped lips and sour lips
Longing for time spent on highways
Happy hour disenfranchised
Then finding the south...
Read More