January 2011
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September 2009
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August 2009
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What a raft floating around Venice →
June 2009
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The cloud with no name: Meteorologists campaign to... →
some one has been getting creative :)
April 2009
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heart room
The home is a splendid and wondrous place, where our everyday lives live out their stories. Where our dreams cuddle us in our soft comfortable bedding and our hungers are satisfied with the cacophony of spices and foods from around the world. This of course is a utopian type setting, where every raccoon plays with every bunny and there is no hunger or war that shortens our sliver of life as it...
March 2009
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Root of God
Before, he was one of many gods, leader of them all, but still just another god. He fixed that one though. Since he was able to manipulate mankind into anything he willed, he starting up a couple group of fanatic mono-thesis’s and walla! It was the sword that murdered the dwellers of Mt. Olympus and paved the way to everyone and everything bowing to him, without question. All his creation...
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What is the Truth?
I am worried that most of the things that I see or hear from any type of media is a lie. Why should I worry? does it change anything? Why should any one care if there are truth or lies floating around their heads? Everything becomes a desensitized mumble of words and images eventually anyways. If people die, who knows if it’s real or not, may as we not care… just in case.
I believe...
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loss of innocence
How does one explain violence to a child?
good guy / bad guy stories? karma? or just lie about it?
Violence looks the same from which ever hand is dealing the blow.
Life isn’t soft & cuddly. It has a harsh edge. Making one bleed tears when cut.
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Confidence...
… exists not for oneself but for others to benefit from instead. To shine forth from ones actions to inspire others.
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The Great Bet
“The Great Bet” on humanity began at a coffee shop many years ago.
God has always preferred lightly toasted wheat products and stimulating conversation with his favorite angel, but lets talk about God for a moment…
First there was darkness, but there were no witnesses so proof of this is still in question, even by God.”How should I know! It was DARK!”
Then there...
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word addiction
There is always a story.
In any situation a story is used to understand what happened or may happen later. Trying to include all the variable so they could read then judge or experience any given span of time.
We try to understand love by telling each other stories we have. We try to understand the universe we live in by telling stories.
Stories a lot of the time are used to describe ones...
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an exercise in pauses...
I stand at the bus stop and wait… a not so subtle pause that… in time… brings me closer to the place that I want to go… even with out motion at the time… a delightful rest allow an observer the time to… watch what others are… waiting for:
A man held back by a red light… revs his engine like a race car driver piloting a family wagon…...
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Madness
What makes madness?
the quiet screams from back rooms closed to the outside world?
a chemical put into your drink on a night out with suspicious guests?
birth defect caused by an unsafe mother in a dark dark place?
revenge that twists the mind into stinky slinky type logic?
agony that digs a well deep into an empty glass?
the loss of careless?
Do not bother with what. It’s no matter...
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A Simpler Afterlife
Maybe the after life is less complicated then we figure. Let’s try a myth:
When someone dies, their essence works its way to a bridge.
This bridge is made of rainbows and tears.
At the foot of the bridge is a desk with a pencil and some paper. To cross the bridge one must write out their life story. They can write anything they want, but the paper only displays the truths of their life....
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He's watching me
Some people say that I am just over exaggerating, but I don’t think I am. He watches me and I am not paranoid for say it.
Every time I have a smoked ham and cheese sandwich in my hand, he stares at me. Then at the park, standing by a tree or on a park bench, he’s watching me. What! The grass is greener on this side of the flipping bench! Sit over here! See a difference. No! Cause...
February 2009
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Love Pain Love
Love exists to heal Pain. Pain exists to receive Love.
Love gives Pain a reason to become something more.
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Art Monkey
Give sympathy to the art monkey.
The art monkey does things that make no sense to the other tree monkeys.
He’s not climbing to the top of the tree, or throwing his crap at the others monkeys.
He smears his crap on canvas and totem poles, to manifest hypnotising images and smells, that make the other monkeys turn their heads and ask questions.
The art monkey digs deep into the soil by...
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WatchTed.com rocks!
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Message From The Sun
At times I think the world seems lost. Communication isolated to “same specie” languages. What would a world be like with everyone and everything talking to each other?
What would the sun say? Would the sun be having conversations with sirius or singing songs with Orion?
What would the sun say to us? Would the sun even notice that we are here? Maybe loud booming words like...
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chocolate.
Chocolate is the best thing. It taste great. It’s so sweet, like my dad.
~Raine
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creak
The drying of our bones. Sounds that are unfamiliar to young folk or well greased robots. A playback that is not so sweet to hear. A sore muscle, a stiff back. Bending over to pick up that pencil is not like what it use to be.
One day, we are all rewarded with this familar song.
Creak.
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what does love have to do with it...
So you are in love. “Good for you.” God says with a smile.
There are many others that says the same as you do. “I am in love!” Like talking about a great meal that they had or that paper back novelette that “speaks” what they want to hear.
When the hormones are flowing and the body is pumping and grinding, how can any one be sure what it means. Billions of...
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Stream
So what do you write when you are uninspired? When you can’t find a path of thought that will tickle a starved soul? How can one do this type of soul diving, deep into ones sub strata of the mind? Are there things there that warrant exploration, or is a fruitless mission to only occupy the mind from the endless amounts of trivial garbage that it must constantly sift through? A minds thirst...
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Knight in shining armour
His armour is of shinny silver. Cold, hard and unyielding. The ringlets are metal cloth that jingles in the wind. His weapons are dangerous and precise. In the game of death, he can deal a winning hand with swords or lance. Not much can penetrate his skin. All kisses are unfelt and unwanted.
Seldom are these metal clad tortoises found saving chicks tied to trees. Seldom are they protecting the...
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Looks can be deceiving
From his words, you would think that he was saying something meaningful. Something that comes from all of the hearts, and our mind.
From his looks, the suit and tie, nice shoes, and fancy watch you figure that he is successful. He demands respect and we all listen.
From what he does, or at least what everyone gets too see, looks upstanding and progressive. In every one’s best interest.
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He has a plan.
Standing in front of his audience, dressed in some designer threads, he gives his pitch. His red tie means power, and the black suit, double stitch, means business.
Power in business. Business is power. All part of the message.
His voice is large and powerful, akin to God’s. Moving his arms around in the air, like some magican from the past, mezmerizing his followers. Spreading the Word....
“Dogma is the established belief or doctrine held by a religion, ideology or any...”
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Wikipedia
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Tooth Paste Fairy
The tooth paste fairy says:
“Hold the brush with both hands and put your feet on the sinks edge. A good lather does help for those hard to get places in the back of the mouth. With all the plaque build up, those little pixies that love the taste of teeth, one needs to be thorough with every stroke. The foam that is created allow the little critters to ‘hold on’ for the ride....
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Sorrow
Her fingers trembled. She looked around. Her surroundings were a blur, skewed by the salty liquid in her eyes. Like a tap, her emotions dripped from her nose, to the dry ground. Her puddle was becoming a metaphor of despair and regret. Putting her hands to her face, she cradles her cheeks, elbows to her knees. Some place for head to rest on, as if gravity was heavier than usual. She slid her...
Perfection
Perfection has nothing to do with reality.
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Work
Work is usually more interesting when you don’t have to do any of it as depicted in this oil painting with the men in black on the right, or the fancy ladies on the left.
Great to watch. Horrible to get one’s shoes dirty.
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Enough is never enough
For a woman, success in our society is still based, sadly enough, on looks. Money success, work success, family success, personal success, still are out weighed by how one is expected to look by others. An example would be if a woman makes a lot of money. They no longer have to worry about starving, or having no home to live in, or feeling insecure. Does this still apply to what one eats? With...
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bizzare photos. Fantastic →
January 2009
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Rock
Rock sat by the river. Rock was rolled there by a glacier just the other day… or was it more than just the other day? Rock couldn’t remember how long he had sat by the river. To Rock, time was a river.
“River!?” Rock jumped back, startled. “Those darned rivers”, thought Rock. “Sneaking up on a rock like that.”
Rock was smaller now. Not like what...
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Many different speakers, many different topics...
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You Can Bank On It
The colour of money always catches the eye. Different countries have different colours. Each has its own flavor. Green, grey, gold, brown, blue, violet, yellow… the colour is everywhere. Foreign exchange gourmet. Mmmmmm money.
Now imagine if all the money in the world were the same colour red.
Red is bright, and emotional. It expresses excitement people feel when they get to touch it,...
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An Ageing Young Rebel
An Ageing Young Rebel Called ‘What’s His Name’ Wanted to be different while he stayed the same The he couldn’t he just couldn’t No matter what he would try Told be his mother An aging old thing You better go see clever You give clever a ring Which he did Called him up Just so Mommy wouldn’t cry Clever hear his story About different and the same ...
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Blue Tooth Busy Business
There she sat.
A cleverly designed plush reading chair caressing her bottom like many well intentioned transit patrons on a crowded bus. Yielding, massaging and snug all at the same time.
There she sat with her jacket still on, black, made of wool from the finest sheep of some third world country where she’d never been too. Her delicately heeled shoes probably cost more than what a coffee...
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What do you believe? Take this quiz... you may be... →
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Where is my Mind?- The Pixies
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Frog Stew
The day was turning for the better, and Stew could feel it in his bones. Even with the rain falling on to his uncovered head, dripping into his collar and flowing down his back like a small flood down his spine. Even with the bench which he sat on being more than just soaked, seeping rapidly in to the seat of his cotton weaved briefs. “These shorts are like a sponge!”
Some days seem...
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