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Time is so long, Life is so short
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SARAH PALIN : The chicken crossed the road because gosh-darn it, he’s a maverick! BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for change! The chicken wanted change! JOHN MC CAIN: My friends that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the […]
As frantically I scramble over the research materials for my work, I ponder at times why life (my life!) is so complicating: partners, nagging bosses and constantly being swallowed by the system. It’s frustrating, at times, when you’re trying to make ends meet, robbing yourself of the opportunity to be with your loved ones […]
Misunderstandings. Why? Oh Hell, no one really knows for sure, “why”. Could it be blamed on one person who’s hormones are berserk? Or could it be blamed on the other one who’s stubbornness, and refusal to back down? Who cares why? The fact is misunderstandings do happen. It happens at a high frequency, as often […]
The beautiful night sky provides no comfort for those living without a home. The cold, brutal rain wrecks havoc to those without shelter, pounding against their broken bodies. The pollution, the heavy dark smog, suffocates those with no means to protect themselves. The constant hunger churning the shrunk stomach. The constant thirst plagues the dry […]
I celebrated in my progress, rejoiced at the instability of mankind, and have felt ecstatic with sadness at the void that threatens to swallow sanity, and madness. Should I jump for joy at the mayhem of the universe? Or I should rejoice to see you at any time so deeply absorbed, distracted, in your devotions […]
Without the night, I work the beast to death, toiling away, puffing hard for breath, thinking of what mess I dug myself into; wiping away the salty sweat, digging my heels into the hard ground, and stretching my shoulders. Aching to be free. Freedom. Sweet intoxicating freedom. Do I dare to dream? This work, a […]
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