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Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Oh, to be in my little room where I can dream and sleep, as up the pallet of my walls shadow-brushes creep. Lands and lives and lifetimes appear and dance above my head. Al the angels of heaven sing and carry me to my bed. With sleepy eye, the dreamer watches as night becomes day... a fiery hand... Sign in to see full entry.

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Melvin’s Hat Melvin’s hat was blue, it smelled of tobacco and rode close to his ears. Kept the evil thoughts out. Kept the evil thoughts in... even pon a hell-hot July day, on a Tri-Met bus going uptown, Melvin wore his hat. He rolled his own cigarettes, leaky confections that shed onto his black... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Born of cosmic particles of light she is beauty beyond imagining. When she clasps her hands in contemplation, suns are born, the moon rides high on her shoulders. Diviner of the universe, boundless power born of the goodness that encompasses all and endless. Sign in to see full entry.

To salute the flag as a free person is an honor that knows no bounds. All around is tyranny and terrorism, but it has no inroads in America; no footprints on our precious freedom. We know our enemies, know their face... know they are here and against us... but this great nation keeps at bay those... Sign in to see full entry.

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