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braille

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The Bus Stop Dialogues

I. A young man at the bus stop turns to me and softly asks "Why aren't you wearing shoes?" He taps the faded leather of his suedo-skin and his eyes smile in a gentle lilt before his mouth does. I tell him that I like to feel the earth breathe. That textures keep my mind alive and ticking like a clock. I tell him that I'm trying to grow roots so my pale limbs can twist into a tree (the way L and I talked about it in therapy). I tell him that my soul is lonely and the ground is the only thing that's always there. I tell him that bare skin is sensitive and stroking it with every (twelfth) step is a soothing form of self-care

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Schizophrenia

Voices whisper in your ear; Sweetest nothings, greatest fears. All your life your friend is there, Waiting with a tale to share. Threats are blown into the air, Ever present, meant to scare. Someone tails your every move; A hidden fiend, free to rove. Disembodied voices say: Never dare to disobey. Your friend arrives with a grin, A plan in mind, a great sin. Trembling grips your paling hand. Someone whispers their command. Terrified, you call to me, Hoping I can set you free. But as you point out your friend, Wishing that this all would end, My answer renews your fear: I see no one standing there.

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Schizophrenia

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another collection of syllables

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Caged

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Empty

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Touch the Horizon

There's a cool breeze Blowing through my hair And it dances so To the rhythm of the air I'm standing on a hill Looking over oceans emerald Dotted with flowers Adorning the wild world The sun shines with mirth And I wish my smile Could beam so bright At least for a while Because in this moment I feel infinite Like I'm a part Of something brilliant The rolling waves of green Sparkle in the light Of our mother star And my hopes take flight The wind bears them away To where, I don't know But the flower petals Will show me where to go As I run among them The breeze catches them up And together we journey Rushing with no letup I shall soar a

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Blondolphn

Published: Jul 5, 2007

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i played with my camera tonight. Not to shabby for a non professional camera...

Image size

2816x2112px 1.21 MB

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OLYMPUS IMAGING CORP.

Model

uD600,S600

Shutter Speed

20/10 second

Aperture

F/4.0

Focal Length

11 mm

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Date Taken

Jul 4, 2007, 9:08:55 PM

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Zaphod-Beeblebrox58

Jul 5, 2007

great shot

would it be too forward to request that maybe, one day, could one of your nonprofessional photos include you? I'm just curious

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