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    I love cats. Anyone who knows me will actually laugh at that statement because it is an understatement of incredible magnitude. All I can think is that I must have been a cat in a former life and haven
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    Thinking out loud

    By Luc,

    I sometimes like to say nothing. Meaning I like to speak, but not actually say anything. I accuse my son of liking to hear his own voice, but he gets that from me. Though I do it with the keyboard; he uses his mouth. My way is better since at least no one HAS to read what I don
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    September 29

    By Luc,

    One day everything is in the future and you make plans for a day that is forever away. Then the next day that day has passed; you blinked and it ran right by you.
     
    This is life in a few words. Many have phrased those words much more eloquently than I. Pink Floyd expressed the idea beautifully in Time.
     
    Ever notice how the grand statements about life tend to apply on both large scale and small scale? There is a consistency in such things. Of course, people who understand things like physics and such already know this and no doubt find it a useful thing in figuring out other things that I don
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    TEN EMOTIONS.
    1. are you missing someone right now?: Yes
    2. are you happy? right now? No
    3. are you talking to anyone right now?: No
    4. are you bored?: Sometimes
    5. are you German?: Part
    6 are you Irish?: Part
    7. are you French?: No
    8. are you Italian?: No
    9. are your parents still married?: Not if you believe in
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    The rose

    By Luc,

    It is strange how things trigger other things. I will admit to being somewhat gin soaked at the moment, so bear that in mind if you choose to read further. But someone mentioned to me earlier about my difficulty letting go. It was in relation to something I won't discuss here, but it must have stuck in my head--out of context. And then there was the chat room conversation. I have learned--or remembered, because I think I DID once know this--that a chat room is always more interesting when you are drunk. I don't know what made me think of it, but I remembered something I had once thought about "beauty" and how "seeing the daffodil allowed you to infer the rose." Yes, I know....gin-soaked mind. But I said to those in the unfortunate chat room (unfortunate because really, do you want to be around ME when I am in a gin-soaked philosophical mood? I think not.) that I would look for what I had once written about that and see if I still believed it. I found it--quite amazingly on my first try looking through my old Xanga--and I do still believe it. So I'm going to post it here. The "Rob" mentioned is a friend that does not come to this site. The "Xander" is also not someone on this site. The one Mark is. The other Mark is someone who was and will always be "my Mark."
     
    So anyway...I had this thought once. I still have it, though I doubt I could ever write it as well as I did then:
     
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    NOT kitten pics this time

    By Luc,

    I've made some changes to my website. *laughs* Yeah, "I" have. Rob (RHawes16) has actually done the work--I just drooled mindlessly at him and gestured to some Word documents and hoped he could do something with them. Thankfully, HE has a clue.
     
    I've added a lot of my poetry. I guess I have written a fair amount of it over the years. I didn't include ALL I have written. Trust me, some of it is best left to be read only by those who love me--and can lie beautifully to me about how wonderful my words always are. But really, most of it is there now.
     
    I grouped it by subject, which was hard to do. But I think I managed ok.
     
    This week's "emotional theme" for me is definitely The Pain of Love. What amazes me is how things I have written in the past seem to keep coming back to fit the drama of the day. "Always, Forever, Never" pretty much sums up how I am feeling right now.
     
    Anyway, I guess when I die I'd like to be remembered as a poet. *laughs hysterically* Snowball's chance in hell of that. But maybe "someone who sometimes wrote something remotely resembling poetry" would be ok.
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