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City: Portland, Olympia, Tacoma, and Seattle
State: Pacific Northwest
Country: UM
Signup Date: 12/27/2005

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Saturday, October 31, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Do we swallow?

We have for so long, but now spitting seems a more honest form of communication.  

This, however, is about biting, not spitting.  Biting off, chewing, and willingly digesting. But not shitting.

Think of all the power unleashed when a bomb is dropped.  Nobody asks for the bomb, but it isn't something to just shrug off either.  So enough with shrugging, with slinking, with trying to sweeten the pie.

Let the damn thing explode.  We will catch and hold the explosion.  We will bring the impact up to our lips and embrace the crater until it is filling us and not the other way around.

and You.

You are with us inside the perimeter of this impact crater.

This is not a question, and there will not be a monetary or spiritual reward for your answer.  Your only answer is that to answer you must survive and already have survived.  So with that in mind, if you have an answer you have a lifetime subscription. Don't talk to us about your issues then.

You are us.  This isn't about codependency either.  You wear your masks and you know it.  You take massive hits every day and now you are beginning to think that maybe the hits were meant for something.  There is little difference between kinetic and potential energy when you actually step outside and look.  Take a step outside now.

Doesn't that feel better?  From out here, can't you see that it's all about grabbing that which nobody thought you wanted or could handle and turning it into a 900 foot high force field emblazoned samurai sword?

Don't take the mask off yet though.  Maybe turn it inside out, but leave it on your face. There is still much more to see here...
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By Frank Miller
Release date: 1995-03-01
Mike is my name
Monk Diaz

 
Fantastic words my friends

 
Posted by Mike is my name on Saturday, October 31, 2009 - 7:05 AM
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Jennifer

 
You're lucky I'm not writing these Dead Air Freshener Missives or you'd be liable to be mistaken for Groucho Marx!

But seriously, folks. Spitting is something I think about a lot. Sometimes we hypnotize ourselves into forgetting we can--spit--up--the--whole--enchillada, and begin again as children.

Children with incredibly damaged mental states; yes--but children, nevertheless.

Can you even think about leaving your home, your town, your habits...all those dirty little things you never imagined you'd get comfortable with when you were seventeen and it seemed you would never get trapped into living a single life--a single life as one attached to a million innocuous-seeming but very deadly webs????

We are killed with meekness; not with hurricanes. It is always the slow death...for the thoughtful; the indecisive, chums!

There could not be only ONE life to live! But there is, unless one sheds the ones that came before.

J

 
Posted by Jennifer on Monday, November 02, 2009 - 9:33 AM
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