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Tue, 27 Oct 2009 12:55:57 -0700

RISK

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To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.

To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.

To reach out to others is to risk involvement.

To expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self.

To place your ideas, your dreams before a crowd is to risk their loss.

To love is to risk not being loved in return.

To live is to risk dying.

To hope is to risk despair.

To try is to risk failure.

But risks must be taken,

because the greatest hazard in life is to do nothing.

The person who risks nothing,

does nothing, has nothing, and is nothing.

They may avoid suffering and sorrow,

but they cannot learn, feel, change, grow, love, live.

Chained by their attitudes, they are a slave,

they forfeited their freedom.

Only the person who risks can be free

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Sun, 04 Oct 2009 15:18:32 -0700

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

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Wed, 30 Sep 2009 17:42:42 -0700

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

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Wed, 30 Sep 2009 16:45:54 -0700

She is susceptible
He is impossible
They have their cross to share
Three of a perfect pair...
He has his contradicting views
She has her cyclothymic moods
They make a study in despair
Three of a perfect pair...

One
One too many
Schizophrenic tendencies
Keeps it complicated
Keeps it agggravated
And full of this hopelessness
What a perfect mess...

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Tue, 15 Sep 2009 23:34:03 -0700

HEPBURN

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Tue, 15 Sep 2009 22:42:57 -0700

"Castles made of sand"�� Jimi Hendrix

DOWN THE STREET YOU CAN HEAR HER SCREAM
"YOU'RE A DISGRACE"
AS SHE SLAMS THE DOOR IN HIS DRUNKEN FACE
AND NOW HE STANDS OUTSIDE
AND ALL THE NEIGHBOURS START TO GOSSIP AND DROOL

HE CRIES "OH GIRL, YOU MUST BE MAD
WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SWEET LOVE YOU AND ME HAD"
AGAINST THE DOOR HE LEANS AND STARTS A SCENE
AND HIS TEARS FALL AND BURN THE GARDEN GREEN

AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND,
FALL IN THE SEA EVENTUALLY

A LITTLE INDIAN BRAVE WHO BEFORE HE WAS TEN
PLAYED WAR GAMES IN THE WOODS WITH HIS INDIAN FRIENDS
AND HE BUILT A DREAM THAT WHEN HE GREW UP
HE WOULD BE A FEARLESS WARRIOR INDIAN CHIEF

MANY MOONS PASSED AND THE DREAM GREW STRONG UNTIL TOMORROW
HE WOULD SING HIS FIRST WAR SONG
AND FIGHT HIS FIRST BATTLE BUT SOMETHING WENT WRONG
SURPRISE ATTACK KILLED HIM IN HIS SLEEP THAT NIGHT

AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND
MELTS INTO THE SEA EVENTUALLY

THERE WAS A YOUNG GIRL WHOSE HEART WAS A FROWN
BECAUSE SHE WAS CRIPPLED FOR LIFE AND COULDN'T SPEAK A SOUND
AND SHE WISHED AND PRAYED SHE WOULD STOP LIVING
SO SHE DECIDED TO DIE
SHE DREW HER WHEEL CHAIR TO THE EDGE OF THE SHORE
AND TO HER LEGS SHE SMILED
"YOU WON'T HURT ME NO MORE"
BUT THEN A SIGHT SHE'D NEVER SEEN MADE HER JUMP AND SAY
"LOOK A GOLDEN WINGED SHIP IS PASSING MY WAY"
AND IT REALLY DIDN'T HAVE TO STOP
IT JUST KEPT ON GOING

AND SO CASTLES MADE OF SAND
SLIPS INTO THE SEA EVENTUALLY

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Fri, 11 Sep 2009 19:40:30 -0700

One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.

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Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:35:54 -0700

I can't seem to face up to the facts.
I'm tense and nervous and I... can't relax.
I can't sleep, cause my bed's on fire.
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire.

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY AY WOO

You start a conversation you can't even finish it.
You're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything.
When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.
Say something once, why say it again?

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY

Ce que j'ai fait, ce soir-l� [What I did that night]
Ce qu'elle a dit, ce soir-l� [What she said that night]
R�alisant mon espoir [Making my hope come true]
Je me lance vers la gloire ... okay [I hurl myself toward glory]
YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA YA
We are vain and we are blind
I hate people when they're not polite

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run away
OH OH OH

Psycho Killer,
Qu'est-ce que c'est? [What is it?]
fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa fa better
Run run run run run run run away
OH OH OH OH
AY AY AY AY OOOH

Hey hey hey ha

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Tue, 08 Sep 2009 18:29:18 -0700

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head Ah ooh

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Tue, 08 Sep 2009 17:54:38 -0700

SEATTLE JOKES

What do you call two straight days of rain in Seattle?
A weekend.

It only rains twice a year in Seattle:
August through April and May through July.

What does daylight-saving time mean in Seattle?
An extra hour of rain.

What's the definition of a Seattle optimist?
A guy with a sun visor on his rain hat.

What did the Seattle native say to the Pillsbury Doughboy?
Nice tan.

"I can't believe it," said the tourist. "I've been here an entire week and it's done nothing but rain. When do you have summer here?"
"Well, that's hard to say," replied the local. "Last year, it was on a Wednesday."

A curious fellow died one day and found himself in limbo waiting in a long, long line for judgment. As he stood there, he noticed that some souls were allowed to march right through the gates of heaven. Others were led over to Satan, who threw them into a lake of fire. Every so often, instead of hurling a poor soul into the fire, Satan would toss him or her to one side.

After watching Satan do this several times, the fellow's curiosity got the better of him. He strolled over and tapped Old Nick on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, there, Your Darkness," he said. "I'm waiting in line for judgment, and I couldn't help wondering why you are tossing some people aside instead of flinging them into the fires of hell with the others?"

"Ah," Satan said with a grin. "Those are Seattle-ites. I'm letting them dry out so they'll burn."

Meteorological experts predicted a massive flood that would destroy the world. The pope went on worldwide TV and said, "This is punishment from God. Prepare to meet your maker." The president went on TV and announced, "Our scientist have done all they can. The end is near." The mayor of Seattle came on and said, "Due to inclement weather, this year's Seafair Parade will be moved to the top of Queen Anne Hill."

A newcomer to Seattle arrives on a rainy day. He gets up the next day and it's raining. It also rains the day after that, and the day after that. He goes out to lunch and sees a young kid and asks out of despair, "Hey kid, does it ever stop raining around here?" The kid says, "How do I know? I'm only 6."