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SPiNEGulping down the last of the wine I stood up. That moment of Immortality seemed, oh so many moments ago - my eyes insisted on seeing everything twice. As if seeing it all once was not enough. But yet I felt like something was missing. Had the novelty worn off? I could stare into the expressionless face of the worker bee, the poor bitch of life. Lifes bitch. And the answer Ill receive would remain the same for an eternity. Yes internally he may be ripped apart. Savaged. Self esteem and confidence destroyed by the demolition squad that is known as the female. Bosss all around him. Authorities crippling hand firmly grasping hisSPiNE
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76. Broken PiecesThe boy made a gift for his mother in grade school A pottery bowl in the shape of a heart; Its surface was lumpy, but Mother seemed happy And proudly displayed it amid works of art.76. Broken Pieces
A month or so later the weather was rainy; The boy rather carelessly played with a ball, Till one errant toss knocked the bowl from the mantle It smashed into dozens of pieces quite small.
The boy's disappointment was tempered by knowledge That all of the more costly artworks were whole; Confessing to Mother, she scolded, then soothed him And picked up the sharp broken pi
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We'll make art for infinity!!!!
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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