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The scratching of his pen filled the room, frantic, almost desperate. Ink bled into paper, curling into letters that barely kept up with his thoughts. The desk lamp buzzed faintly, casting a cone of light that barely held back the dusk seeping in through the window. A cigarette smoldered in the ashtray beside him,…
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Libra’s Scales It happened to you—I listened,as your recounting unfurled,and grew silentwhen my own accountfaded pale against yours. The day my smile wept,I called,left my voice in fragile linestoo faint to trace—but you recoiled in anger,for I had not left you space.I stood, feeling inept. And when they took your love away,because help had…
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Share one of the best gifts you’ve ever received. The greatest gift I’ve ever received is God’s love through Jesus. Honestly, I don’t think I can fully comprehend the depth of this gift, but I experience its beauty, strength, and grace every day. What makes it even more incredible is that it never runs out—I…
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“Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.” — Walt Whitman I’ve Stood Soft I’ve stood soft against a hard rain,cold and wet clinging unrelentingto detached thoughts,iron-hot in vain. I’ve stared into a gray sun,choked on burnt exhaust,inhaled cigarettes with disgust—yet still, I breathe. I’ve turned away…
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“Ballin’ on a Countdown: The Fine Art of Going Broke Strategically” Another version of this game is called Die Broke—same strategy, different branding. The idea is simple: when you die, you should have nothing left. Makes sense, right? You can’t take it with you, so why not spend it all while you’re here? The trick,…
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“Be real,” she said,her voice smooth, practiced,like someone asking for the truthonly to fold it neatly away. Love was a currency to her,spent in small, measured doses,never more than necessary,never without expectation of return. Silence settled between us,thick, heavy—the taste of stale bread on my tongue,the ocean stretching out before me,salt licking the edges of…
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“We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin When I Die Bury me beneath the hush of pine,where resin weeps in golden threadsand roots murmur secrets to the soil. Mark me not with chiseled stone,no name, no weight of letters—let the…
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Are you patriotic? What does being patriotic mean to you? Are you patriotic? Absolutely. To me, patriotism means supporting and celebrating my country in every way possible—especially in something as pure and unifying as sports. Football (soccer) is the most popular game in the world, with 3.5 billion fans, and I always want the USA…
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Unravel the ocean’s veiled skin,a spectral hush between me and earth,blue sinews clutching my limbs,whispering weightless lies— float, drift, pull—further, further—or drown. The tide chants hymns of urgency,promises carved in salt:“arrive, achieve, or vanish.” I claw towards the vanishing edge,where breath and bone dissolve,where the Fixx hums through vacant veins,a beach of endings waiting,waiting—for me…
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Umm… I don’t know? Because if I did, wouldn’t that mean it was intentional? Wait, what? And now I’m spiraling down a philosophical rabbit hole. So… yes. I mean, no. Actually, that’s a hard no. (I think.)
BB Grey--musings 