Monthly Archives: June 2010


We need to believe, that something extraordinary is possible.

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Acquainted with the Night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain – and back in rain.

I have outwalked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-by;

and further still at an unearthly height,

One luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong or right.

I have been one acquainted with the night.

(robert frost)

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Pam

Too much, too soon.  I married too young.  And one day it just sort of crashed in on me.

Hank, my husband, was at work.  Kids were outside, playing, screaming.

It was hot, and the air conditioner was broke.  I was in the living room vacuuming, cleaning, sweating.  And then, I’ll never know why, I turned off that vacuum cleaner.  Just stood there in the living room and looked around and listened – to my life.  And it was overwhelming!

I tried to scream, but nothing came out.  The walls felt like they were falling in on me.  I ran upstairs, got some money, put it in my bag and left.

Yeah, just like that.  Left with the clothes on my back, and the sound of the  kids still screaming in the backyard.

No goodbyes, no regrets, NOTHING.

I got on the first Greyhound bus out of there to anywhere.  Eventually I ended up here, this job, this bar, on this island.  Where I serve cocktails and tell tourists like you the best places to shop.  And I love it, I do.  I really love my life right here…

Well you asked,  That’s my story.  So… how about another drink, huh?  It’s happy hour, two for one.

(copied from 60 Seconds to Shine vol 3)

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Loosen up, have some fun!

Yes, sleep when you feel like it, not when you think you should.

Eat food that is bad for you – at least once in a while.

Have conversations with people whose clothes are not color coordinated.

Make love in a hammock!

Life is the ultimate experience, and you have to live it to write about it.

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You scared?

Terrified. Mortified. Petrified. Stupefied…

by you.

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Go with the flow

Mother to son

Well son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor-

Bare.

But all the time

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

And reachin’ landins’,

And turnin’ corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back.

Don’t you set down on the steps

‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall now —

For I’se still going, honey,

I’se still climbin,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

(langston hughes)

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The Mudslide

We had been watching TV, bored.  It had been raining for days.  So I said “I’m going to go out for a walk, Walt.”  Put on my raincoat, got the umbrella.

But when I got outside, I saw all the mud everywhere.  I got real scared, ran back in and said, “Walt come out here!”

When he came out, he saw it.  The mountain, it was… It was like it was moving, sort of oozing.

Walt ran back in, grabbed the dog, came running out, said “Come on, let’s go, we’re going!”

He grabbed my hand and we ran, i mean RAN!  We tried to start the car but it was stuck in the mud.  So we started running down the mountain, all the way down.  I was screaming, dog was barking.  It was terrible.  We kept getting stuck in the mud.  It was like a nightmare, like the whole mountain was melting down underneath us.  But we kept going down, down, down.

Well we lost everything.  Some of our neighbors… well.

We moved here to the mountain to be safe.  To get away from all the danger in the city, all the crime there.  Thought this was paradise up here, safe, right, yeah.

(copied from 60 Seconds to Shine, vol 3)

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Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you’re really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I’ve got a few missing. It’s ok though, because I’ve got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who’s an 8-color type.. I’m like, hey girl, magenta! and she’s like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I’m like, no – I want magenta!

(john mayer)

Ralph..please adopt me

What, what are you looking at?  Why are you staring?  What, you want to know something about me, some background information?  Don’t you have anything better to do than just stand there and judge me?  I go through this all day.  Make up your mind!

Hey, you want me to look cute for you, that what you want, cute?  Well, let me tell ya, I do cute very well.  I do cute better than anyone, anyone here!  Want me to roll on my back, huh?  How’s that, you like that?

SO MAKE UP YOUR MIND!  You have any idea how many times a day I go through this every day?  It’s exhausting!  How can you resist me?  I’m  house broken  for Christ’s sakes!

C’mon, c’mon, take me home.  I’m great with kids, can fetch on cue.  All right, all right, I’m no puppy, who is?  That puppy crap’s overrated.  I got experience, learned life lessons–

Hey, hey, where are you going?  Where are you going?  You want cute!  I can… I can roll over, retrieve!

Hope you get a puppy with worms.  This torn newspaper here is just fine.  This cage here is perfect.  Who needs you?  WHO NEEDS YOU?!

(copied from 60 Seconds to Shine, Vol 3)

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