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COMING SOON! (all sorts of amazing links to all sorts of cool stuff about travel)Click here for reuse options!
COMING SOON! (all sorts of amazing links to all sorts of cool stuff about the state of the world)Click here for reuse options!
COMING SOON! (all sorts of amazing links to all sorts of cool stuff about achieving your dreams)Click here for reuse options!
Coaching has become a very popular way for people to get the ongoing support they need to accomplish their goals. However, choosing a coach can be tricky. There are so many methods, models, and approaches. Coaches come from every background possible — from counseling to consulting to corporate America. And each individual has a personality,…Click here for reuse options!
Tomorrow. The unbearable lightness of possibility, But terror weighs more, in the end. What measure of a life? Legacy, contribution, seemingly lofty pursuits — Earthly treasures nonetheless. Hope blocking pursuit. The mind’s eye is dark, Unable or unwilling to see? Experience discarded like trash, Clogging the soul’s gutter, No longer emptying into the ocean. The…Click here for reuse options!
Surrounded by concrete and tears, Marbleized grief in a sea of strange faces, Stone angels? No, they must be family. Offering platitudes, promising a better place, Saying his name until the sound is foreign in my ears. I hate these things… Here comes another, My eyes, my lips — seen through a fog of years….Click here for reuse options!
A grinding halt, slamming of the brakes, head-on collision with a wall — That was my life, when I expelled you. Screaming, bleeding, cursing the heavens, Wishing I’d never survived this ordeal. So much lost as you sprung forth — child of torment, spawn of remorse, Rotten fruit dripping from my loins, my only legacy…Click here for reuse options!
Faded sheets like dwindled hopes, In the shape of magazine clippings, tinged with cracked glue. Once vibrantly-colored, now monochromatic with age. Paper kisses, embraces of ink — smelling withered and dry. Planning is a poor substitute for passion. Dresses and hairdos, now hopelessly out of style, Love songs unsung, lingering tuneless in the air. Bouquets…Click here for reuse options!
In case you haven’t already googled it, I’ll just tell you that “manicomio” means “madhouse” in Spanish. (And yes, I can hear those of you who know me laughing your collective asses off right now — it was only a matter of time until somebody hauled me away!) This was a wonderful project for my…Click here for reuse options!