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Meditations

. . . I Don’t Know What To Say

One of my greatest fears used to be being controlled. Whether by an individual, a group, a state, or anything external to my sovereignty as an individual.

I got wind of the fact it was indeed I who controlled myself and my living experience several years ago.

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“. . . I Don’t Know What To Say”

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Meditations

Disaffected Malcontent

I have been disaffected for several years now.

Have you ever noticed that when people say things, they’re saying it to themselves?

There is no conversation. It’s a battle. A battle with their mind.

True conversations only happen once in a blue moon.

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“Disaffected Malcontent”

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Journals

Vampiric Tendencies

One can feel like a vampire out in the desert, sun blazing. It’s cold hiding in the shadows all day, but the unabated sun is hardly bearable for more than a couple of minutes.

I’m used to the constant, thick heat of Southeast Asia at this point.

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“Vampiric Tendencies”

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Meditations

The Perils of Self-Monitoring

There’s an ever-watchful eye in your life, but who’s is it?

Not yours. And its judgements it makes are not your own.

Even after having read the previous sentence, it will begin to tell you the story of this problem, and how you need to fix it.

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“The Perils of Self-Monitoring”

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Manifestos

Renegade Vows

There’s something brewing within me and it feels like hatred.

Tame, but disdain.

Everyone’s stuck, but why think about them when you are too?

What about them renegade vows?

Vows are never made for another. They’re made for oneself.

I won’t quote Oscar Wilde on marriage here, I’m not sure I agree with all of it, but I don’t believe it to be a necessary construct.

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“Renegade Vows”

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Automatic Writings

Boo

No excerpt.

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Journals

Ride and Die

1:39pm, Ho Chi Minh City

Today I woke to the comforting sounds of rain filling me with memories of growing up in the Pacific Northwest.

To me warm rain is like a warm blanket.

The warm rain of my past tugs at my heart.

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“Ride and Die”

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Journals

As You Did

Well if I can’t remember why I picked up the pen in the first place then I’ll simply write about The Despair.

Once again this morning I was engulfed by it. It comes from the pressure to succeed; the fear of failure.

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“As You Did”

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Meditations

Bubblues Burstis

Reputation. Let’s talk it.

A reputation has no benefit to a person other than that which is measurable. I’m talking dollars and cents. Forget being liked. Forget looking perfect for the sake of being considered so. Where is the utility?

There is indeed utility in glamour.

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“Bubblues Burstis”

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Automatic Writings

Goodness Gracious Me

Silence . . . silence . . .

Oftentimes I avoid it, trading it for the pleasures of music.

But what a sacrifice.

What a misstep.

Even now as I write this work, I merely date and do not title.

To shout at the wind as if to speak magic words: one seeks disappointment knowing they’re to be wisped away in the arid, predictable flurry.

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“Goodness Gracious Me”