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2002-06-28 - 3:21 p.m. -
friday is here.
God bless the weekend.
quiet night at home tonight.
taking home the digital camera from work to see if i can figure out how to use it. bringing the work laptop too so i can download the photos. the fact that the laptop has all sorts of games on it is an added bonus. something to do while i�m on baby duty tonight. better than watching junk TV again.
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had a long talk with one of the poets on the slam team last night. she has been a bit hard to work with for reasons i could not figure out. turns out she has a big fear of failure & very little faith in herself or her work. spent a long time talking with her about what is important in poetry & her strong points. i don�t know if i did any good. i don�t care how she scores in the slam; i just want her to believe in herself & what she is saying. there are times i forget that & need to remind myself why i do this. if you are being true to the Muse the path will not be easy, but well worth it in the end.
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silent sounds this is the sound of a city sleeping
the rumble of thunder after the storm
steam rises off the asphalt
forming small clouds at my feet the cool wind kisses the nape of my neck
touches my chest
makes me breath deep
draw the world in i love the night sky
look into the spaces between the stars
& feel complete
the milky way is home to me
more so than the city i live in at night i dream of flying
dream of arms outstretched
cool wind
dream of filling the spaces
between the stars i miss you sometimes
where have you been
your silent sounds keep me awake at night come home
there is space for both of us.
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Today�s Stats
Coffee Count: 4 mugs
Cigarettes: 9
Candy: some M&Ms
Now Playing: Laurie Anderson �Big Science�
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�A verbal contract isn�t worth the paper it�s written on.�
-Samuel Goldwyn
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