Whistling for Moonbeams

A menagerie of scribbled thoughts, memories, and favorite things

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Monday, March 21, 2011

Thoughts on listening to your little tirade on how perfect your little life is

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For what life, after all, is not complicated? What set of sensibilities is not without peculiarity, what mentality without absurdity? What...
Sunday, July 25, 2010

Ride

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Traversing the city's roads, the mind's eye conjures safety, blocking out the images that pinpoint pain, threshing out the familiar ...
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