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Rhymes #3 – theobservationjournal
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We wants some juicy chicken thighs. We eats, we drinks, we flies so high. August 9, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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July 2015 – theobservationjournal
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The Future Rhythm Machine. Ever wondered if all our folks were praised by the hour for being so conservative, active and mannered? Or were they at all? Yes they were, taken. Is that ALL that was expected of them? Was something even expected? Step 1 : Sub feels sorry. Step 2 : Dom feels safe. Step 3 : Dom feels happy. Step 4 : Sub feels sad. Step 5 : And before you can guess, the Dom is in a crisis again. Return to Step 1. July 16, 2015. Have a good day me! July 16, 2015. Thoughts in a Tumbler.
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Rhymes #3 – theobservationjournal
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We wants some juicy chicken thighs. We eats, we drinks, we flies so high. August 9, 2015. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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August 2015 – theobservationjournal
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August 9, 2015. The poem is written about a ride on a Coimbatore city bus, and how I missed my stop due to the crowded aisle. My back arched and my chest bowed,. Over all my luck and a life beloved. Mornings are a piece of harrow here, a mock. At a miserable routine. Some lies and some. Higher causes that make me climb those steps again. 21B was burning britght, all coffee brown and adult,. Some hopeless corwd on a ratchety town bus. Some baseless dreams smeared with vermillion and ash,. Singing for you,...
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https://theobservationjournal.wordpress.com/2016/11/24/46
There are somethings that we all know,. To be universal, to be the truth, to be the ever bright gold. The sun that shines and the moon shies. Away from the mundane clouds that Play, around like a child’s rhyme. Kindness, love, hatred, jealousy. Spirit and wine and God’s grace. And the heartless life that loots the old. But never have I felt the overwhelming power of the universality of the sweat of the brow,. More than a human, his fancies and whims. His ups and downs, highs and lows. November 24, 2016.
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The Future Rhythm Machine – theobservationjournal
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The Future Rhythm Machine. Ever wondered if all our folks were praised by the hour for being so conservative, active and mannered? Or were they at all? Yes they were, taken. Is that ALL that was expected of them? Was something even expected? Step 1 : Sub feels sorry. Step 2 : Dom feels safe. Step 3 : Dom feels happy. Step 4 : Sub feels sad. Step 5 : And before you can guess, the Dom is in a crisis again. Return to Step 1. We wants some juicy chicken thighs. We eats, we drinks, we flies so high. You are c...
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November 2016 – theobservationjournal
https://theobservationjournal.wordpress.com/2016/11
There are somethings that we all know,. To be universal, to be the truth, to be the ever bright gold. The sun that shines and the moon shies. Away from the mundane clouds that Play, around like a child’s rhyme. Kindness, love, hatred, jealousy. Spirit and wine and God’s grace. And the heartless life that loots the old. But never have I felt the overwhelming power of the universality of the sweat of the brow,. More than a human, his fancies and whims. His ups and downs, highs and lows. November 24, 2016.
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The Future Rhythm Machine – theobservationjournal
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The Future Rhythm Machine. Ever wondered if all our folks were praised by the hour for being so conservative, active and mannered? Or were they at all? Yes they were, taken. Is that ALL that was expected of them? Was something even expected? Step 1 : Sub feels sorry. Step 2 : Dom feels safe. Step 3 : Dom feels happy. Step 4 : Sub feels sad. Step 5 : And before you can guess, the Dom is in a crisis again. Return to Step 1. We wants some juicy chicken thighs. We eats, we drinks, we flies so high. You are c...
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Rhymes #2 – theobservationjournal
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The poem is written about a ride on a Coimbatore city bus, and how I missed my stop due to the crowded aisle. My back arched and my chest bowed,. Over all my luck and a life beloved. Mornings are a piece of harrow here, a mock. At a miserable routine. Some lies and some. Higher causes that make me climb those steps again. 21B was burning britght, all coffee brown and adult,. Some hopeless corwd on a ratchety town bus. Some baseless dreams smeared with vermillion and ash,. To a worthless day. Singing for ...
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Thoughts in a Tumbler – theobservationjournal
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Thoughts in a Tumbler. It’s funny, how I try to resurrect the dead. Dead friendships, dead dreams, dead people and a dead WordPress account. They say, you always lose everything twice. Once, in your reality and once again, in your memories. Can you challenge reality with your memories? Can you vow to crush it’s tyranny by keeping your restless nightmares going? How much can you fight? How much can you afford to lose? We wants some juicy chicken thighs. We eats, we drinks, we flies so high. July 16, 2016.
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