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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": June 2007
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007. At this point, I had to leave the room. The yelling continued until Nicey gave in. And I shed a tear for the true injustice done. Posted by beag air bheag. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Atlanta, Georgia, United States. Little by little, life goes on and I'm figuring it all out. Sort of. When, of course, I am not gladly lost in distant and fond memories. View my complete profile. When I am stale and boring, check this out. Gnomograms - transmissions from the server garden.
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": I ain't afraid of no ghost!
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007. I ain't afraid of no ghost! And I were talking about ghosts. Those whispers of people we knew once ago, typically remembered as being associated with drama of some nature. Those translucent forms who've since moved on (or have been moved away from). But the thing is, they're never really gone, now are they? Is it really so terrible for them to stick around? Stop laughing, it's not funny yet! And I about fell off my chair in a fit of hilarity. Meet my Moaning Myrtle: Chuck Muszak.
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": Yo tengo hombre.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008. Upon these occassions, I feel uncomfotable. It's mostly my ignorance that brings this on. They attempt to speak with me but after three repetitions I still cannot successfully discern what is being spoken to the ignorant gringa and walk away wondering if I was being harassed or if they were just being friendly. I retreat to my cave and hope they are gone by the time I need to pull my clothes from the drier. Today's conversation went like this:. One of them asks. No, you're fine.".
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": cockroaches
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Tuesday, June 26, 2007. At this point, I had to leave the room. The yelling continued until Nicey gave in. And I shed a tear for the true injustice done. Posted by beag air bheag. You can abandon your comrade. You can and you must. June 27, 2007 at 6:58 AM. For the love of God, save yourself! Although, it sounds like the train to self destruction is running ahead of schedule. We should place bets on how long it will be before the roach is squashed. June 27, 2007 at 7:21 AM. Atlanta, Georgia, United States.
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": May 2008
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Sunday, May 11, 2008. Upon these occassions, I feel uncomfotable. It's mostly my ignorance that brings this on. They attempt to speak with me but after three repetitions I still cannot successfully discern what is being spoken to the ignorant gringa and walk away wondering if I was being harassed or if they were just being friendly. I retreat to my cave and hope they are gone by the time I need to pull my clothes from the drier. Today's conversation went like this:. One of them asks. No, you're fine.".
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": July 2007
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007. I ain't afraid of no ghost! And I were talking about ghosts. Those whispers of people we knew once ago, typically remembered as being associated with drama of some nature. Those translucent forms who've since moved on (or have been moved away from). But the thing is, they're never really gone, now are they? Is it really so terrible for them to stick around? Stop laughing, it's not funny yet! And I about fell off my chair in a fit of hilarity. Meet my Moaning Myrtle: Chuck Muszak.
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": December 2006
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Thursday, December 28, 2006. Reminders of another time. Being home (and slightly bored) for the holidays, I decided to rummage through the crap I've got laying around this place. I wouldn't have guessed I could entertain myself for an evening simply by shredding old bank statements and looking through old photos. And I'm not talking about the digital kind. Old school glossy paper prints from celluloid film! Posted by beag air bheag. Wednesday, December 27, 2006. A Story Begins: My Mantra. I've been sitti...
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": vacation days well spent
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007. Vacation days well spent. There is something about a porch swing that ceases any inclinations of further motion. The hypnotic lull of the back-and-forth erases ambitions of progress and makes work but a distant memory. No sound is as sweet as the gentle creaking of the springs, no cushion as comfy as that sun-faded, flowery polyester. At last, the hour arrives to pack up your temporary world of magical idleness and trade it for one of predictable schedules and constant vigilance.
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"Someone else's heart pumping someone else's blood": April 2007
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Monday, April 30, 2007. I'm wide awake, it's morning. Worry about another restless night. Worry about the ozone layer and crazy sea lions in the mountains and microbial soup. Worry about cancer and strokes. Pap smears. Panic attacks. That's funny, let's all worry about having another panic attack. Isn't that, by definition, a panic attack? Man, I hope that's not what is waiting for me to wake up. Tick tock. Dark time is running out. Before I know it, the vampires will have wrapped up in their lux...I fig...
