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News: I moved the keyboard to my room and now I feel strongly inclined to tell the world that I adore Phantom of the Opera. Everything is perfectly normal and no, I don't have access to any secret underground labyrinth...yet.

--12 August 2017 --

Quote: Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest of hearts. --Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

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May 1, 2013

The Atmosphere Inside -- (a poem)

Hey folks, here's a poem I wrote yesterday (the 30th of April; GWAH, I can't believe it's already May!!!!). Enjoy!

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The Atmosphere Inside

What is breath, that it should determine life?
And why, between lattes and over textbooks,
do we josh about how we've lost ours?
I spill my soup & sandwich over the floor,
you drop a napkin and bend your knees,
and suddenly we're fighting for air?
Is there not enough in the world for
7 billion people? Why am I straining?
Don't intoxicate me by sharing O2 gas,
I can survive off of another nitrogen mix,
Yet so it seems, the atmosphere of
communal life insists we must inhale,
And in that incredibly animalistic act,
We are all one. What was in you is now in me,
is now in them:
Preacher, teacher, skydiver, massage therapist,
ex-con, bridesmaid, grocery assistant,
skinhead, lawyer, clown, professor.
"I love you" exhaled,
50 yrs later inhaled, "Declare war."


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Signed with my toothbrush,

Squeaks.
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