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    Mood: The Usual
      
    Youth is a kind of cutting ignorance
    that effortlessly reaches the heart;
    in parts, it is too impatient for impurities,
    and in others, it is too reckless to survive.
    it sharpens claws, makes our lioness so fierce –
    to use her body and throw her weight against the world
    at every mistake that would otherwise cost a life.
    Perhaps she protects her legacy, or better yet,
    becomes the bridge upon which life moves on
    and which life invariably neglects.

    Youth isn't strength, but rather an ability
    to be weak without appreciation. It is purified from concerns.


    ...Created 2017-12-02 13:50:49     [ View Past Journals ]

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    No, thank Jesus :) we traveled in a van.I was able to get 2 months off work to help drive my boyfriends parents around the western side of the US. I dont have to go back to work till Sept 1st though so I get to have the summer off this year.
    | Posted on 2017-08-13 08:28:05 | by nikita2u - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Hey, I just saw your comment on a poem(ish) that I wrote ( it was back in February) and I just wanted to thank you (even though verbs aren't words). I greatly appreciate it.

    | Posted on 2017-08-02 18:09:38 | by nikita2u - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Hmm, I wonder if there is a fruit hating correlation between tinder and girls. Lol! I can imagine you are just experiencing the fruitlessness of tinder! 😂 (Sorry.) I got a very good laugh at your comment and wanted to say thank you for taking the time to comment on my write.
    If you made fruit salad for me I would like it, unless you used some weird ingredient like ketchup or better yet, Dijon mustard. Sorry to hear about your disagreement just after the election. Sometimes when things like this occur, you are shown just how small some minds can be when dealing with differences of opinion. In a perfect world you can agree to disagree, although like the other comment on my poem, it's a lot to ask for in this day and age. Touché to you for making fruit salad and taking a girl on a picnic! I think personally that you were a gentleman and romantic. As for a rainy island, I'm there! Nothing is better than letting the rain fall on your skin. I never understood personally why people run to get out of the rain. Or even wait under coverings to be picked up like a princess. Let it fall and stomp in a few puddles too! I feel most alive in those moments. I would even say the sensations of goose pimples reminds me that I am alive.
    | Posted on 2017-01-29 15:17:47 | by Chelebel - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Journal of 2016-07-21

    Embark embargo extraditions, extraversion embezzlement euthanasia extortion.

    Bruce
    | Posted on 2016-07-21 20:50:21 | by monad - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    Hey, I never said thanks for the comment on my wall.

    I know what you mean. I still have those moments, but there is an awareness when I have them now, a sort of feeling of childhood, the way sometimes you become your old self around old friends.

    I'm not sure what those moments mean, whether they're just meaningless and mundane and we're ascribing meaning that isn't there to raindrops on the windshield or birds on the sidewalk or whatever. But I still feel like in those moments there's a glimpse at the underlying patterns of the universe, something we can't even comprehend, something that wouldn't fit in words and can't be explained to anyone.

    Ultimately I don't know who's right.
    | Posted on 2016-06-09 18:34:38 | by lukewarm - [ Reply to This ] -
      
    While I am waiting to respond to your last message more fully, I heard this song and remembered how excellent the lyrics are in the vein of what we have been discussing.

    If you are interested, you can look the song up on YouTube. It's sung with a quirky British accent and is so jangly and upbeat it's almost sickening, and yet... it's catchy as heck.

    The Lucksmiths sing "Sunlight In A Jar"

    We've never been much chop
    At all that sensual stuff
    One of us always seems to stop
    Before the other's had enough
    Like a self-help manual that's been written in Braille
    It seems the more that we touch
    The more we learn about our failings

    I'm struck speechless by the nape of your neck
    But your requests and suggestions
    Have a similar effect
    A litany of prettiness and pettiness, too
    I reckon every second second
    We come up with something new

    I tried to write an opera for us
    But I didn't get that far
    'Cause trying to sum you up in song
    Is like catching sunlight in a jar

    Complex, completely credible love
    The kind that is made, not handed to you from above
    Is difficult to talk about and harder to write
    Like the rhythm of a pulse, or the contours of firelight

    Overblown libretto and a sumptuous score
    Could never contain the contradictions I adore
    We can just be chaos and then something aligns
    It's so hard to contain, maintain it or define it

    I tried to write another chorus
    But I didn't get that far
    'Cause trying to sum you up in song
    Is like catching sunlight in a jar
    It's like catching sunlight in a jar

    :)
    Erin
    | Posted on 2016-05-19 12:58:02 | by BlankSheet - [ Reply to This ] -



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