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Mutability » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. I changed my mind for you,. And bent my thoughts to yours. I gave my heart to you,. Exchanged my ways for yours. I wept for you,. Worried for you,. It is not your fault. I was such a fool. March 7, 2008). Click here to cancel reply. In the comments - get your own and be recognized! These are some of the tags you can use:.
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Yellow Ribbon » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Dedicated to my brothers, both by blood and by affection). Across the land and the sea. You the brave, we the free. Fare thee well, I pray. Here lie the remnants of a soldier. His body torn apart. By the shrapnel that destroyed his life. But couldn’t touch his heart. Here lies the wreckage of a woman. Broken against the shoals.
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The Water-Skater » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Water-skater with long brown legs extending. From oblong body, not rising or descending. But simply skating, happy, ‘cross the water top. In quick, sharp motions like a horizontal hop. Sept 25, 2008). Click here to cancel reply. In the comments - get your own and be recognized! These are some of the tags you can use:.
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Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash) » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). I fell asleep again to the sound of traffic on the freeway:. Seventy-five miles an hour and I’m asleep behind the wheel,. Dreaming yellow lines, swallowed whole by spinning rubber. I can dream a whole new road, but that won’t make it real. Stop Stop. Don’t go. Stop! Follow me on Twitter.
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Salvation for the Cynical » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Salvation for the Cynical. I walked in slow-motion today. And when I spoke, I drawled. The insects sprinted past me. And I just crawled and crawled. I let my heartbeat slow to. Just half it’s normal pace. A migraine pounded in my temple. Twisting up my face. I’m fading away. Last night I dreamt I went to heaven. I have no doubt.
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Poetry » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. Megsie is powered by WordPress.
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Daniel Defoe » Megsie
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Salvation for the Cynical. Autognosis (Understanding in a Car Crash). To One I Loved Not Wisely, But Too Well. My Backyard Tree in October. A Long and Varied History of Hyperbole. Daniel Defoe is no friend of mine. His works are certainly all but divine. For if Austen’s are highs, Defoe’s define lows. He wasn’t a butcher, save of good prose,. For he refused to return and edit his work. Unless someone paid him, the arrogant jerk! Tho’ sometimes proclaimed a champion of the novel. I cannot commend him,.
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Bocal Soup: January 2009
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Where music meets carpentry. Saturday, January 10, 2009. That's not MY bocal. don't you understand? That will never be the right bocal! About a month ago, my friend spilled her bassoon out onto the floor from about waist level. Twice now, I've had very vivid dreams of calamity befalling my beloved bassoon. I stayed in bed an extra 45 minutes trying to sleep my way to a resolution on that one. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Thats not MY bocal. dont you understand? Me and my bassoon.
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Bocal Soup: December 2007
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Where music meets carpentry. Sunday, December 16, 2007. I stumbled across an excellent book in the University's music library the other day called "Making Music" and was written by sports-writer John T. Partington. He interviewed principal players in a leading Canadian orchestra about their performance processes and gave them all (mostly) anonymous names. I highly recommend the book if you're at all into this side of the classical music business. A few excerpts that struck me:. Friday, December 07, 2007.
