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A Day Amongst the Joshua TreesIn the fuzzy blackness of sleep, red suddenly colored my vision, prying my eyes wide open, but only to have them shut tight at the sting of morning’s bright light. The desert sun was peeking through the blinds, making patterns across the blankets – and my scrunched up face. I opened my eyes again to see an uninhabited RV, realized that I had overslept, and rushed clumsily about the cluttered vehicle to get ready to join my family outside.A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees
I swung open the screen door and inhaled the dry heat, fresh and sharp in my nose, transitioning my senses from the stuffy interior of the RV. The land was barren
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It Just Wasn't in the StarsWith a swoop! whoosh! and boom! The metal disk falls from the sky. The pilot within awaits his doom As his saucer fails to fly.It Just Wasn't in the Stars
With a crash! boom! and bang! A noise comes from inside. The saucer is lodged in wet sand − Out pops a head: our alien is alive!
With a clanging! and a splat! The alien stumbles out of his chair. In the sand he falls flat, And tries to breathe − such hot air!
With hoots! buzzes! and howls! He looks up at hearing the noises. Many a soul on the prowl, But he can’t find the source of
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Another Sad Teen Story She’s sober, so it has to be now. Now is the time it has to stop. There’s no way I could drag this out any longer; I relinquish her hand and stop in my tracks. She continues walking a few paces forward before turning around to face me. A dead portrait, somber, but her sunken eyes betray the rest of the morbid serenity that is her face: something nefarious dances behind them. “What is it, hon?” I look at her, seeing a small glint of the sweet pacifist she once was -- NoAnother Sad Teen Story
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Brackish WaterI am a stream off of the ocean my waters brackish and murky I wonder how many eyes it takes to see the sky is falling I hear the strain of roots winding and reaching for what they have been deprived I see canvases on legs pencils sketching brushes stroking I want to go to the home where the heart isn’t pumping under the floorboards I am a stream off of the ocean my watersBrackish Water
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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~Joseph Conrad
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