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The knowledge contained in this document is the rough textures of a life I’ve chosen, the sorrowful scars of a soul exposed, rain that poured down into the brain has been mixed with the pain in my heart creating the emergence of ecstasy while simultaneously toppling my regrets. The colorful crayons of memories blend feelings of my life with fields of tornados sweeping through all my past events.

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I don't put my heart into anything and I don't know if I ever have. My mother thinks she has the choice to hang up the phone. She is an ostrich. She likes to stick her head in the sand and live in pure contentment, no matter the sand in her eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It makes perfect sense! Don't YOU get it? Rigid rules. Dictator dogmas. Enormous elephant existing, I think, existentially.

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Wad of Paper

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Sometimes I stare at the wad of paper I just chucked at the trashcan; and missed the toss. I could spend two lifetimes debating on whether to pick up that focus of my attention and put it in the trashcan. I mean: what a monumental decision. The choice is to do something – not just something - but something beneficial. To push your body into a stance to stand up, tighten your muscles, lift and place one foot in front of the other until you finally arrive at the destination where you get to make another decision.

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Fallen Angel's Day of Purpose

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2:34 p.m.

Matt parked the ‘97 Grand Am and as the engine roughly idled, he looked out the window at his daughter’s high school. The smell of cheap Chablis jumped from his tongue, hovering long enough to be sucked into his nose. His shirt, the only one he owned at the moment, was a size too small and had a dried ranch dressing stain beneath the first button on the collar. Matt focused on the front entrance to the school and watched several young black students congregating, fumbling through their pockets and fingering the screens of their smart phones.

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Man vs. Woman

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“Percy Sledge Sang” When a man loves a woman, can’t keep his mind on nothing else, he’ll change the world for a good thing he’s found.  If she is bad he can’t see it, she can do no wrong; turn his back on his best friend if he puts her down.  If she plays him for a fool he’s the last one to know, loving eyes can never see...

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