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The man told me his great grandad had been blinded by either
pygmies or lemurs. He couldn’t quite say which.
By jack blake URL on 10.15.2013
When I went to the post office, you we’re there holding a letter that had no address. When I asked where the letter was heading to, you said; “it wouldn’t matter because it isn’t even stamped”. I thought about this. And I bought you a postage.
By Rebecca on 10.15.2013
I giggled with glee as I thought of the upcoming
Scrap book Expo I would be soon attending with my two partners in crime and laughter, my sisters. Shantel, Colleen and I, who all live in seperate states and divided by many miles, all come together each summer over this highlighted event in Deluth, GA. We share a common love of scrapbooking, or, uuh hmm….collecting scrap book craft items and ideas. We begin planning our escapades months in advance, where we will stay overnight, where we will eat, what stores we will shop and whether we will do the late night crop at our favorite scrapbook store, Archiver’s. There was one problem, my older sister Colleen had realy gotten into stamping lately and wanted to do a class on stamping cards, but I had never really stamped before. Should we do that one, or another class?
By Jerijo on 10.15.2013
this idea of homecoming:
that after the long end has passed
you will come to me
as though i am an identifiable place that can be found, and static, and claimable;
i would love to map the movement of people
if your morning route left traces
i could see from the sky
i have been less romantic than this
but one day we’ll be old
and think of all the stories we could’ve told
and even loving you will be finite
By robyn URL on 10.15.2013
a division of Identity Crisis, Inc.