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Majormajor
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Country: United States
State: Nevada
Metro: Las Vegas
Birthday: 4/26/1975
Gender: Male
Interests: A fan of music, a fan of mysteries. Lover of philosophy, and lover of football. A part time guitarist, and a full time pontificator. An observer of people, at home in nature. Amazed by technology, in awe of a sunset. Sometimes a poet, sometimes a writer, sometimes a friend, sometimes the voice of reason, and sometimes... just sometimes... something more. :)
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Member Since:
9/11/2001
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| Santa Wars: The Children Strike Back
 ... seriously, if your child is having this kind of a reaction to the strange, funky-looking old man in a fuzzy red suit that likely smells faintly of moth-balls, it's probably time to retrieve your child. Although personally, it'd be interesting to watch the kid try to ram the candy cane down Santa's throat. 
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| It doesn't seem all that long ago since I wrote regarding the promise of making a life-change by moving west. I think I knew, even at the time I wrote it, that the change was both necessary and temporary; that it was necessary in order to get things rolling yet ultimately temporary as I would eventually be pulled back. I knew this to be so, and wondered when that time might come.
Three years have passed and the time, it seems, has come. In two weeks we'll leave the desert and begin our trek east to Tennessee, the next stop on our journey to what someday will become Home.
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| Breathe in
Peace calm control
Hold
Breathe out
Seething
Irritating stupid audacity
Raking spitting serpents of fire
Hold
Breathe out
Fury
Presumptuous pompous
Selfish grubbing seeking harpy
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Breathe out
Rage
Searing severing
Snapping scathing snarling swearing
Enough!
Peace calm control
Hold
Breathe out
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| Something to think about"The supreme trick of mass insanity is that it
persuades you that the only abnormal person is the one who refuses to join in
the madness of others, the one who tries to resist. We will never understand
totalitarianism if we do not understand that people rarely have the strength to
be uncommon."
~Eugene Ionesco | | |
| I Dreamed a Dream...
It was... I don't know
when it was. Soon. It was daylight, bright daylight, a
clear day in fact. I was... somewhere. I don't know
where. There was a concrete wall along the street upon which I
found myself. Tall wall. Not a new wall, it had been there
long enough to form a few cracks. No trees, that I can
remember. No... no trees. A bus. There was a
bus. I don't recall what the point of the bus was, simply that it
was there. I was there, and it was bright. Very bright.
I look up, and for a moment I don't
comprehend what I am seeing. A bright orb hangs in the sky.
Not the sun... more like the moon. Only the moon in full
daylight. It hangs there, conspicuously, letting anyone who dared
look up see it. I see the ... thing, the moon, the silvery-bright
orb that shines so magnificently in the sky, and then I really see
it. Not the orb, but what stands atop of it. A
figure. A man. Arms stretched wide, perfectly perpendicular
to his body. Not moving, just standing. Waiting.
Beckoning. In an instant I see, I know, I feel the breath catch
in my chest and there's a rush, a roar, a wind spiraling upward.
I don't even have time to gasp. He's come, and it is time to
go.
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