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Left BehindI have seemed to be left behind in this age of technology: on a cellphone in public with a lack of common courtesy.Left Behind
My eyes are set on nature, not a two inch screen in front of me. My thumbs aren't calloused from an excess of texting.
I dont talk liek ths claiming to be free to spell as I want to and not know how it should be.
I don't watch the latest shows broadcasted on national TV for ones younger than I to see people fucking.
Maybe we all should reconsider how we live instead of claiming to be free


Stained Glass SaintThe laughter of children. A man shuffles back and forth, baby boy in his arms. Give us this day our daily bread... Shh! Shh! Mother grabs two little girls by the wrists. Light dim through stainedStained Glass Saint
glass saint. Firm handshake. Peace be with you too. A blank stare from baby boy. Thumping of wood then silence. Silence. Organ's dreary moan permeates
through every crack and prayer. Shuffle of steps. The body of Christ... The body of Christ... The body of Christ...


LessonsLesson #1Lessons
I taught her blackbird's flight; how to pocket the moon and save it for another night. "Take it out when you're lonely," I would say. "Don't waste it on something mundane."
Lesson #2
I taught her suicide, put a knife to her desire: how to kill herself on the inside. "No more a slave to yourself, now you are free," I said on that cold, January night of her soul.
Lesson #3
She taught me poetry: how to put the wind into
a jar, and pour it like the sea
onto paper when the time was r


the smell of bloodprocess note: This poem came from an exercise developed by prize-winning poet Oliver De La Paz. The Rube Goldberg challenges invites us to includethe smell of blood
- a stick of dynamite, - a childhood secret, - a lyric from a song when we were younger - an odor associated with a season, - the number 6, - the color magenta, and - something metallic.
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the smell of blood reminded us of hunting season when fall would flare magenta and burnt sienna once, i put the muzzle of the rifle into my mouth because i thought you should always know both ends of the story. my
| these are the things that haunt me |
tomorrow mondays, the worst day of the week..bleh.
to be or not to be,thats the question.
what are you wanting to be james?
with love,
Rickardo.
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
hope i see you tonight since we need to talk.
i could have guessed you were feel like shit with all this.
could have guessed it...
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
i had some things to tell.
1 you know that it is a mess in West Virginia? heavy rainfalls and what not.
2 do you still want those 3 remaining songs from The Postal Service i still have on the pc?
3 i want you back tonight, okay? (now its a question)
4 im bored, everythings a bit dull really.. you too?
5 eh... okay? well then.
im going back to work, a easy day i must say. and hideous mathematics... WILMAAAAA!!
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
2. no thank you. i can't get them anyways because my computer is still broken.
3. probably will not be on msn until friday (maybe).
4. yep, boredom has taken over. i feel really depressed and apathetic towards everything. i will explain later.
5. eh? what are you now, canadian? ick, canadians are yucky.
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
hope everything went well, art is a great way to get inspired.
im going to look for a job at the library, on a saturday. that whould come in handy.
hey, you know i love you very much huh, so a big hug from here!
and ill see you soon!
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
and if it doesnt, you can count on me.
greetz,
Rick.
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''The world is mine'' - David Guetta.
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