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Magic Hat…you are my god tonight.

April 8, 2011

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It’s nothing that a delicious beer and a positive attitude won’t fix. My life at my most recent job is over. If I believed in god I would thank him here, but I don’t so I’ll thank the microbrewery from which my malty beverage came from. Thank you Magic Hat. After much thought and deliberation […]

That’s just the way it is: Words to die by

March 25, 2011

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  Just some more thoughts: We are all born, unless you get aborted, but that’s a different discussion. From the first moments we all have the same chance at happiness. It doesn’t last long. Due to economic, social, and geographical issues, that chance can rise or fall quickly. That’s just the way it is.  It […]

Ablution

January 27, 2011

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Washing at dawn: Rinse away dreams. Protect the gods within, And clarify the spirit.   It is believed that there are 36,000 gods and goddesses in the body. If we continually eat bad foods, intoxicate ourselves, allow filth to accumulate anywhere outside or inside of ourselves, then these gods abandon us in disgust. Whether you actually […]

Beginning

January 26, 2011

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This is the moment of embarking All auspicious signs are in place   The past few months have been difficult ones. I have struggled with inner demons and shut myself off from the world in an attempt to focus on them. Trying to provide a more lucid view of the burdens and agitations. While they are becoming clearer, […]

Life attracts life

August 12, 2010

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Her past doesn’t define her.  Nothing does.  Everyone wants to label her with this and that, these and those.  By labeling her, they think they have a better understanding of what she is.  She sits quietly at table 7 staring into her soup as if there is an answer to all her problems swimming in […]

A breviloquent, consequential trip

August 11, 2010

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I was becoming restless, angry, and depressed.  I had grown jaded with school.  I was tired of playing the game.  I was learning some new things, but I taught myself more than any teacher could.  Every now and then I would get the right teacher and things would click.  Like a young pupil visiting his master, […]