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J Hill

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  1. (Snippet of thought as I walk through the snow) :badcomp: So glad to hear, the thoughtful way you're thinking. You called to say, you think I think too much. Some days, these days I wish I was still drinking. Your flaw, I say, is thinking not enough. I missed a mark to match your expectation, and now you get to place a blame on me... (to be continued?) :haveabeer:
  2. ...just another work in progress... You're playing with my heart You've torn it plain apart, and thrown it all away. Yeah, that was just today. So I'm not doing well, the truth is I'm in Hell, except this sound I found, might just turn my life around.... Hey, have you heard the music the wind makes? At the end of all of your mistakes... through the trees on a summer's day? Oh hey, when you're down on your knees and the tears drop, if you listen you can hear the wind stop, and the sound of a better day. So hey, can you hear the magic a word makes? At the end of your r
  3. this poem was inspired by a short story by Etgar Keret......and a little by V. Woolf I used to have a magic fish, I even named it Linnie. It didn't have a last name though, 'cuz that would just be silly. I kept it in a pickle jar; we talked while I did dishes. I used to have a magic fish, It really had three wishes. Don't you ride a bike, that has a broken sprocket, and don't ever go swimming with rocks in all your pockets. Never dine on bitterness, even when it tastes delicious. Further, never tell an inside joke, when on an outdoor phone. And don't go asking for all y
  4. Halloween of 2010 Like the ghosts, I’m dead to you. If you ever did look, you only saw through. Won’t hear my voice, can’t take my calls. If you dream of me, do I walk through the walls? I was eleven believed in a heaven I never once thought I would see. Six in the evening the other kids leaving, I fail while just trying to please. The anger is what made you mean. And wish now for the mask unseen. Sometimes in my waiting, I find myself shaking; sometimes do you ever see me? Or, wonder who I was to be. A dream is just something you see. A vain apparition, a mist that is
  5. So busy on so many fronts and only lurking. But I wrapped up this lyric and hope to hear feedback... The Way You Say Goodbye When my needs threaten yours you abandon me When you have no further need of me When you’ve told all the lies you’ll lie to me Without ever telling me why That’s just how you say goodbye. Why bother to tell what’s so easy to show No questions to answer you think I should know I’ve wondered for years how you come and you go Without ever telling me why I guess that’s how you say goodbye. The snow is now deep on our long broken road You stay
  6. Mr. Baloni; It gets, for me, more and more difficult to imagine a non-evil future every day. And so I accept your petty complaints and was intrigued by the expression. EDITORIAL OPINION Our children are the most over-indulged, pampered, materialistically and technically wealthy children in history. They are given so much, but seem often desperate for just a little attention. A parent spoils a child because they can. And not completely (or even mostly) out of love. Guilt and selfishness also contribute to potential disregard of a child’s long term good for immediate conven
  7. :/omininetB:/*encapsulated^scene987if^ManUDex/This_Is_U_Now_~Push:\â€_Look@UNowâ€!â€_Push_Button/:~accept422day:\/code] *cont.addpush7.redir2* There are really only four. The populace believes any number of incredible numbers tossed its way. But four is the true number of successful modification classes. How do I know?
  8. I will attempt a brief translation. Apologies for anything misconstrued. This is the third part (chapter) of a sci-fi book I'm working on, in non-book form, called "The Empaths". I did try to explain a little of my original motivations in a previous post here. My hope (probably foolish) is to present the material eventually in some digital, www and multi-media sort of way. Web links, screen shots, viral videos, that sort of thing. I know, crazy idea. The subject line of this post translated is "Run to Claim for Glory You Seek!". This is only the beginning, again. I hope the pertinence of
  9. While I was young, you were so small. You held me up, I watched you fall. The things you said the moments all, were gone so fast but last so long. [code ] un\secured_space_missing/emma954/blocked
  10. Sometimes I just don’t think. Thoughts continue, in my mind, coming and going. I just stop organizing and evaluating. I just stop thinking about them. Sometimes I just don’t feel. Feelings continue unabated to wash over my soul. I just stop denying or accepting. I just stop caring about them. My name is Marnyoue. On the Third Day of each Quarter, the Empaths here gather at the Central Reproduction Lab in Seventeen Nuham City. The clinicians and, especially, the technicians are working past the point of stress and are dissatisfied by their compensation. Deeper, they are very confused a
  11. Lea, You may be weird (so what's so great about 'normal'?), but you seem pretty lovable 2me! I’m a litttle weird too, let the world know it now! I like the way you took it. And it is, just as you describe, as isn’t almost everything? More or less, telepathic. Because, true empathy maybe only occurs in a very psychic sense. And today’s web-driven/given to narcissistic urge culture, does hold parallels.
  12. Thanks for the notes. This is one of the good/bad points about the web. I get an idea and in my initial rush of excitement, present a somewhat confusing fragment in hopes of a little instant feedback. This is such a case. I have been doing some reading recently on Williams Syndrome, a curious and rare genetic mutation. Those with the syndrome share common physical traits such as an 'Elfin' facial structure. They are outgoing, verbal and social to the point of lacking all fear of strangers. They are highly attuned to visual and auditory stimuli often to the degree of becoming overwhelmed.
  13. Snake-Breath Tadpole; There's a conflict you writ, I feel hit over the head with. What is it? I like this to a certain extent. You get close to sin then back off again. Otherwise, better written than never said (or is that the visa-versa)? It's you who will put forth the words!
  14. The Empaths are always on-line. They take what you’re feeling and relax your mind. You’re due an exciting free time. What’s spending a few twin-dimes, a couple of times, to harbor among the empaths? We. And, that’s to say, others and me. Do for a fee, set feelings virtually free. We. We can’t help but see. But don’t ever say I ever said that. I even tried one time to flee. Like without you, I could ever track me. It is your blessing and, who cares, my curse. Are you that one who knows better from whose worse? I crave every connection, you're looking just for reflection. While
  15. This one name checks at least 9 US cities, several states, plus Rome and China. Probably the only song ever written to reference Bloomington Ind. Sulfur to Sugarcane - Elvis Costello
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