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Whistling for Moonbeams: Older and Better: My Kind of Mr. Big
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A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Sunday, November 9, 2014. Older and Better: My Kind of Mr. Big. Euphoria. noun - a feeling of great (usually exaggerated) elation. Sadly, though, Mr. Big started out for me as Eric Martin and only. So, anyway, there we were, two hours before the concert, loading up on a few beers, trying to contain the excitement that found (paltry) relief only in sudden exclamations of "I'm so excited I could barely contain it! What is wrong with people?
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Whistling for Moonbeams: Notes for a story
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A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Monday, March 16, 2015. Notes for a story. In the swell of evening,. All is space and more space. Crickets go darting the night. To alliterate a face. They scree. A name there are only broken. Vowels for, broken words,. Broken music. Absence,. Mookie Katigbak-Lacuesta , Burning Houses. In my heart, a foreshadowing. In my heart, a premonition. In my heart, a question, unasked. In my heart, a heart, sinking. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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You were awesome, Young Padawan. | I could spit on a stranger.
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I could spit on a stranger. I'm back. Here's my ABOUT ME. Page that you should read in order to understand my fragile little mind. Or whatever. Here’s the path towards graduation:. You were awesome, Young Padawan. The Importance of Being Idle. Fear and Loathing at the Mall. (but mostly loathing). Idle hands are the devil’s plaything. Because artists help artists all ways, always. Happy Birthday, Pa. On TWO YEARS LATER. On I’m back. On Fear and Loathing at the Mall.…. Mark “Spazzkid” Redito. The ending re...
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Pure Cinema. | I could spit on a stranger.
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I could spit on a stranger. I'm back. Here's my ABOUT ME. Page that you should read in order to understand my fragile little mind. Or whatever. Here’s the path towards graduation:. You were awesome, Young Padawan. The Importance of Being Idle. Fear and Loathing at the Mall. (but mostly loathing). Idle hands are the devil’s plaything. Because artists help artists all ways, always. Happy Birthday, Pa. On TWO YEARS LATER. On I’m back. On Fear and Loathing at the Mall.…. Mark “Spazzkid” Redito. It seamlessly...
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Whistling for Moonbeams: Peace Be With You
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A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Thursday, April 2, 2015. Peace Be With You. I remember the scent of burning candles. One gets so used to it, that the upcoming stillness becomes an assault to the senses. The present quiet disquiets; the mind gets jolted by the lack of sound; the eyes get overwhelmed by the onslaught of space. Our part of the world is once more taking a pause. May peace be with us all. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow me on Twitter. To speak, end...
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Whistling for Moonbeams: No more tears
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A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Tuesday, January 13, 2015. As I lay next to you in hyperacidity," I sing, in my best imitation of Geoff Tate's unabashedly bass bass, my best imitation being pretty, pretty bad. You snicker, then laugh, and your laughter extends into extended laughter that lasts more than I expect it to. I roll my eyes and giggle. It's 6:19 am, and our day has just begun. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow me on Twitter. View my complete profile.
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I’m back. | I could spit on a stranger.
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I could spit on a stranger. I'm back. Here's my ABOUT ME. Page that you should read in order to understand my fragile little mind. Or whatever. Here’s the path towards graduation:. You were awesome, Young Padawan. The Importance of Being Idle. Fear and Loathing at the Mall. (but mostly loathing). Idle hands are the devil’s plaything. Because artists help artists all ways, always. Happy Birthday, Pa. On TWO YEARS LATER. On I’m back. On Fear and Loathing at the Mall.…. Mark “Spazzkid” Redito. 8221; gesture...
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August | 2008 | I could spit on a stranger.
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I could spit on a stranger. I'm back. Here's my ABOUT ME. Page that you should read in order to understand my fragile little mind. Or whatever. Here’s the path towards graduation:. You were awesome, Young Padawan. The Importance of Being Idle. Fear and Loathing at the Mall. (but mostly loathing). Idle hands are the devil’s plaything. Because artists help artists all ways, always. Happy Birthday, Pa. On TWO YEARS LATER. On I’m back. On Fear and Loathing at the Mall.…. Mark “Spazzkid” Redito. Everyone̵...
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May | 2008 | I could spit on a stranger.
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I could spit on a stranger. I'm back. Here's my ABOUT ME. Page that you should read in order to understand my fragile little mind. Or whatever. Here’s the path towards graduation:. You were awesome, Young Padawan. The Importance of Being Idle. Fear and Loathing at the Mall. (but mostly loathing). Idle hands are the devil’s plaything. Because artists help artists all ways, always. Happy Birthday, Pa. On TWO YEARS LATER. On I’m back. On Fear and Loathing at the Mall.…. Mark “Spazzkid” Redito. The Day The E...
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Whistling for Moonbeams: Lost
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A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things. Friday, April 3, 2015. I grieve my inability to turn you into what I want you to be: here. You are always somewhere else: next month, seven steps ahead, a moment away, three hours ago, the past week; a few distances away, framed by a window, an inch apart, walled by glass, wrapped in distance, lost in thought; that indecipherable frown, cryptic vibrations, obscurity. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Follow me on Twitter. There was a door.
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