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The Death of Lapwanti

8 Sep

Yes, again.

And this time she’s gone for good.

I love scribbling update-type posts about as much as the majority of you seems to love reading them (which is nada, for the unplugged among us), but I could do with some sympathy here. C’mon, people, gush forth now. I’ll even leave you with some neon wisdom while I dither between the possibility of an electronic successor and lifelong penury. These ears, they strain for applause.

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Real strength lies in not hurting someone when you know just how easily you can.

Fail Rail

3 Sep

I sure have interpersonal issues. Even my Gmail attachments fail!

~Me to the Boy, only half jokingly.

Hello Pearl Harbor

24 Aug

If you stand still enough, pain learns to gently lap your shores.

Scribbles to Self

29 Jul

The sky may be flecked with the silver of stars but the endless backdrop, it remains inky.

OJ Say

16 Jul

A person of character is one whose convictions are stronger than her coffee.

Grunt

11 Jun

It feels like literary constipation. The words would probably come out if I sat long enough, but hell, it would be painful.

~Me to the BFF, trying to explain why I can’t write without my laptop.

When God Closes A Door…

12 May

mango window_cp

…somewhere he opens a window. (~Julie Andrews as Maria in The Sound of Music, 1965)

…shut the window too and save yourself from heatstroke.

Credits: OJ and her Panasonic Lumix LS 80.

Consideration is…

31 Mar

…slitting your wrists in the bathtub.

Though one may as well have the bai scrub her last pay packet’s worth.

Better sadistic than suicidal, I always say.

And cleanliness, even before Hell.

Pithy & the City

3 Mar

Status check: Alive? Well? Happy?

~Routine text message to a friend who’s known to fall off the planet.

For Pinks:

21 Jan

Sometimes the toughest battle is the fight to be grateful when one receives less and less from life.

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Not the best way to acknowledge post # 100, but when you have 3 years and 550 posts behind you, one tends to grab the moment and spread one’s insides all over it. Like grape jelly on multigrain bread.

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