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Entries for September, 2010 in Musings On Muses
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This Cascade Of Welcome Reminisce
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
Memories of youthful adventures stack themselves hap-hazardly in the mind. They teeter on mental ledges, waiting for a gust of thought to tip their balance so they can roll through our minds once again. I have memories of summer days ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
One guilty pleasure of mine is finding the time to read the newspaper. It seems like that privilege has become harder and harder to indulge in. I keep my Advocate subscription up to date and since my Grandmother started it ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
06:00:10 Commentator: …and the hero makes a move…a left feint followed by a bolt busting right hook to the killer robots cranial case…the robot staggers back with a right jab followed by a vicious left hook…The hero staggers! Chorus: Asleep ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
Life entices us to take every path. Most of the ones we take are chosen of our own volition. Good, or bad, we take on these endeavors with our own private expectations. Once on our way, the journeys end begins ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
On a great day, or even just a good day, I don’t feel all of those 45 years bearing down on my body. I have however, become more comfortable with my own mortality. I’m wise enough to know better than ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
My muse, Glenda got the wonderful news last night. Her sister called and then sent me a picture via e-mail. The angel is 19", 4 lbs, and 9oz. Welcome to the world, Aleena Mariah Garza!
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A Little Wisdom, A little Love, A Little Too Late
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
The battlefield was the most desolate there ever was. All manner of machines were scattered about in disarray, useless hulks of twisted and burned metal, good for only cover if anything at all. From horizon to horizon, small fires burned ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
What life expects of us is rarely what we want it to be. It’s also something we have little control over. We can hazard a guess as to how much we will be called upon to give of ourselves in ...
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By joseexist in Musings On Muses
From the headwaters of winter I look back. The seasons have been memorable. The memories are all flavorful. The faces linger in mid-fade and the emotions interlace effortlessly. The hues and shadings of days past lay in an almost frozen ...