The skull of your enemy is much more environmentally friendly than a plastic bottle. Jus’ saying.
Category: random
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Perspective
He’d been stranded on the deserted island for nearly a month and was quickly losing all hope of ever being rescued. Then slightly below the horizon, he saw a boat.
He’d been stranded in the middle of the ocean for nearly a month and was quickly losing all hope of ever being rescued. Then slightly below the horizon, he saw an island.
Each shouted with joy, “Thank goodness, salvation is at hand!”
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Up Bound
The last six months, perhaps longer, I’ve lost track now, has been the most difficult time I’ve experienced with my manic-depression. I have known that something was off — way off — as I couldn’t pull myself out what I can best describe as a long depressed tail-spin.
I cannot help but think of these few months, and the hardships that came with them, as those 'ashes,' Isaiah speaks of in the bible.
Anyway, with a slight medication adjustment, I am back on track. This disorder, disease, disability, or what have you, is not something that anyone who has it or may have, should take lightly.
Don’t be ashamed to look honestly at yourself, your behaviors, your attitudes and study your deeper recesses of thought and feeling. And for goodness sake, if you think something is off, ask for help.
As for me, I am getting better and better and I know this because I am becoming more sociable, less withdrawn and more focused on living again and not merely getting through the day. That makes me believe that ‘up,’ (but not too ‘up,’) is better than ‘down,’ when it comes to the imbalance of my brains chemistry
Sadly, as is the case for me, I will never get better, but I can feel better and feeling better is a solid goal. So, once again, don’t be afraid to ask for help!
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Crunch
Based on Charles Bukowski’s ‘The Crunch’…
Seas move in and out
Directed by senseless moon
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Hot Air
The song of the dragon’s breath makes itself known from above. The long low huff, without the bellowing roar, assailing the chilled skies, under a newly rising sun, shadow casted downward, rounded and wingless.
The magic of the hot air balloon in flight to a child’s imagination.