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it_is_what_it_is
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hsg
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iiwii
what_else_is_there
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100122
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somebody
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careful! things are seldom as they seem....
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100122
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hsg
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it_is_not
it_is_what_it_seems
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100122
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there's almost always more to the story. most people just get tired of reading.
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100122
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unhinged
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but that doesn't mean that's what it has to be
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100123
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unhinged
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(i might punch the next person that says this to me)
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100124
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Analyst.
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Another trite platitude.
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100125
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z
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it isn't what it isn't
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100125
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Analyst
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Amusing reversal, z.
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100125
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()
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(thank you)
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100126
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o n m
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it is what it isn't
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100126
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o n m
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it isn't what it is
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100126
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jackie "colostomy of Rhodes" mc cracken
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it's what's_for_dinner
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100126
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no reason
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and whether it is a positive, negative, or neutral thing remains to be seen
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100126
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hsg
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it_is_why_it_is
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100402
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oren
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it_is_because_it_is
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100402
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unhinged
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(today was not a good day for this to show up on the recent list; it made me intensely violent for a few minutes.
i hadn't heard from him in a few days
i was pissed
i hadn't heard from him in a few days
when i hear from him
i'm pissed
cause i hear from him
and then i realized on_anger
i use the anger to cover up
how much i miss him)
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100402
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hsg
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end_distraction to cover_up simplicity
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100403
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hsg
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is est quis is est
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100521
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unhinged
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i am done beating myself over the head
with your shit
but that doesn't mean i don't love you
walk_away
our co_dependent relationship is sick
tearing an even bigger hole in my heart
oh_blather
all the things i should say
just blue words
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110323
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thy
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is_it_what_it_is?
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120210
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h|s|g
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sometimes,
things_aren't_what_they_seem
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120210
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srealisma (new day)
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We don't have time to discuss everything, however I get a lot of memos appeasing and justifying my need for no dominance laughing. Others, I know, have other needs, other gods, other stories. Other character.
But I won't deny that I can sometimes smirk and grin, in a dominantish way.... It is what it is! And hey! (there is so much to ruin, will be ruined, and I think I'd rather be a preserver.) if you shoot yourself in the foot, I can't help but grin at, I guess, what looks to me like smoother stuff. Make no mistake of it though, it still is that jerk-ridden dominance laughing thing. But, at the very least, the truth did out somehow, and, yeah it could have actually been me that helped it happen, but probably not exclusively, and there's no need to pile on insults when I'm aware and open to conglomerate things.
It is what it is. I gotta do it on my own to get it done. But that doesn't mean I should be excluded. Just a general statement I'm making to the air, I suppose. I'm just a female who's a little brave. It's hard to know the whole story, though. There might be no remedy to either the pro-side or the con-side. I try to apologize for my infractions. I sincerely can't and won't try to prevent the seething and the hissing, but I know that, sometimes, it is undeserved, and the life gotten from it might turn out kinda bad. If that happens, I will do my best not to deny you the gods that appease you... However it seems like that effort should be mutual.
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120211
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dafremen
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We spend a great deal of our lives at tea discussing pleasantries with ghosts..like squirrels discuss pleasantries with blue jays.
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120212
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a clever disguise
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You can't say ghosts around these parts.
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120212
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dafremen
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(looks around) Who said that?
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120212
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a clever disguise
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the_grand_puppy_dog_eyed_manipulator did.
('bout halfway down)
I love ghosts. All my ghosts. They are my best friends and my worst enemies and most of all they are me.
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120213
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dxlea
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Having my irreplaceable CD's stolen was, I think, my first strong taste of the power of acceptance. It was the first time I remember realizing that I could actually choose how much I suffered as a result of circumstances- that there is a difference between feeling what you feel and causing excess suffering by wanting things to be other than what they are.
I had been robbed. The CD's were not coming back. Fact. I could choose not to freak out, and I made that choice. Very empowering.
Not that it was an instant and total personal transformation. I vaguely recall proceeding forward with plenty of questionable life choices after this event, causing myself a great deal of grief. But it planted a seed that was eventually nurtured by other "opportunities for growth."
So, whoever you were (perhaps the crack dealer I befriended?), thanks for the gift.
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130906
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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