waiting for release
It’s all a collective memory shaped by a planet of dreamers living inside themselves, waiting for release.
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It’s all a collective memory shaped by a planet of dreamers living inside themselves, waiting for release.
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As I write this, I have thirty-three essays needing grading. They’re just sitting there, waiting for me to open, read, and assess them. Like Schrödinger’s cat, these essays may well be both brilliant and underwhelming, but I won’t know until I open them and discover the truth. If you’ve never graded an essay—really graded one—thirty-three
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Your diet largely determines your feelings and behavior. The gut’s ecosystem of bacteria is often called the “second brain” because it’s so intricately connected to mental activity and health. In fact, the vast neural network in our guts communicates mainly with these bacteria. This communication in turn influences the brain through multiple mechanisms. What we
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The voices write the words that spread across the page. They say what they want, when they want. I mostly just edit. Sometimes, the voices chatter like monkeys. Every so often, they whisper intimate lies. At times, they explain mystery through symbol. I never know what to expect. The written words urge me to rethink
True need grabs at desperation; Love turns real through wounded eyes – You made a melting conflagration, Ripped this mammoth from its ice. Deprivation’s quavering jitter Stumbling over pill-blocked feet; All was acrid venom bitter Then a flash: the world is sweet. I would be your alien rocket Looping round your orbit chair, Blasting out
He is a driving music manWhose beats match somethingIn the rhythm of my soul-singing.Resistance is futile,So I grab the bags and turn the key.This road trip has not begunSo much as continued along a vein of possibility.My thoughts are liberated, yet Spirit strains against Self-imposed discipline, And I wake in the morning