Monthly Archives: April 2011

honesty and boundaries

being honest with yourself and others and setting boundaries and not being scared will save you tons of therapy and money. Seriously brave, honest people who let others suffer the consequences of their actions and who earn their own money … Continue reading

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Charts and Killer Instinct

so I have to do a chart for my observation and coding sheet. this is what I have so far: The purpose of this observation is to see how disputing parties interact at a major family gathering. This event has … Continue reading

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Birth Certificate and Carnival Barkers

some people, even though you show them documents and evidence of the truth, don’t want to give up their false beliefs, because their cognitive dissonance is so thick, you can’t break through.  Trump is a carnival barker.  Speaking of carnival … Continue reading

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Why did you have to be so charming

Why did you have to be so charming. It’s alarming To think these thoughts and get into lots of trouble. The weaving the webbing the deceiving the delving into regions I never knew I had Afterwards, I am sad and … Continue reading

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Tarquin the Turtle

Tarquin the Turtle Tarquin is a turtle. He and his friends, Tommy and Stubby, are hanging out under a tree by the schoolyard. They are smoking and watching the rabbits and the kangaroos play a game of baseball. “Look at … Continue reading

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Bridges and Stairways

Bridges and stairways connect, some direct. Stairway to heaven, 12 steps, a bridge across troubled waters.   Big bridges, little bridges where singers sing and harpists desire to reach up their hands to bring peace to others and bridge the gap … Continue reading

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Erotica

mouth on mouth, hands on body, blood rushing, juices gushing.  God I love being alive.

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