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It was a time of relaxation. At least that was what I was supposed to be doing here at the spa, but the thoughts in my mind continued to spin out of control. There was no place where I was safe from them.

Posted By Mike On 09.10.2012 @ 9:51 am

My failure was my salvation. It was only when I had been beaten, past the point of redemption, that I no longer had to play by their rules. I was free, saved from a live of monotony.

Posted By Mike On 08.29.2012 @ 7:14 pm

Magazines are a dying breed. It saddens me because I have so loved reading them in the past. i have learned so much from them and will always be grateful.

Posted By Mike On 08.28.2012 @ 5:31 pm

Heavy bindings restricting movement. These our the limitations imposed by ourselves and our peers on our progress. Telling ourselves whats possible, whats safe, what makes sense. Breaking the bondage of these thoughts and beliefs is the only way to achieve excellence

Posted By Mike On 08.26.2012 @ 6:15 am

Half my life spent waiting, pondering, debating. Half of my life was spent for that perfect moment. Now I realize that while I was waiting, the moment came and passed me by. I sit in the ruins of a lifetime, and I feel nothing for the things around me. They were the artifacts of someone else’s dreams and someone else’s goals.

Posted By Mike On 08.22.2012 @ 1:28 pm

Porter, like a porter house steak?

Yeah man? What, were you thinking teleporter?

Maybe?

Such a nerd…

The sandwich is pretty good. A little too greasy for my tastes, but it’s philly, and everything is slipped between two slices of bread and gnoshed on here. Even a whole 16 Oz steak.

Posted By Mike On 08.18.2012 @ 11:16 am

I don’t dare, but I have. I dare all the time – live a life of daring, but stupid dares – the not-thinking kind, the not justice-kind are the ones I want to avoid. Daring living, where you break out of life’s mold, that’s the dare for me. I’m not so sure about others – are they asleep or is it a case of simple-minded YOLO?

Posted By Mike On 08.06.2012 @ 4:40 am

fuses are something to do with electricity, we learnt about it in GCSE physics. if something goes wrong with a circuit the fuse breaks and it stops you DYING FROM ELECTROCUTION, so pretty damn useful I think. and it stops the circuit from dying too. FUCKING ANNOYING when they break and all the electricity goes out when you’re owning and you forget to save though. THE END :(

Posted By Mike On 07.23.2012 @ 5:54 pm

icing is a term that is used to describe the topping that is put on cake or other pastries. to me, however, icing is a term that means a foul play in ice hockey. sending the puck down the ice behind the center red line and having to go past the opposing teams goal line without a player touching it is icing.

Posted By Mike On 07.22.2012 @ 7:11 pm

It tastes delicious on top of any cake. Sometimes I it’s used with Marzipan, which is nice, on Christmas cake traditionally. I eat it sometimes, from the packet, or from the bowl, I have a sweet tooth. It makes the cake.

Posted By Mike On 07.22.2012 @ 3:30 pm

I think of my brain as a bucket. And my training. And my life. It can only hold so much, so i need to be choosey with what i put in it. eventually, I’ll need to take things out to put stuff in, so really i should only be putting the most important stuff in there.

Posted By mike On 07.09.2012 @ 9:50 am

The apprentice took off his overalls and sat in the kitchen table . “What’s for tea” hesaid “Not much tonight” said hiis mother.

Posted By Mike On 07.08.2012 @ 12:21 am

On Saturday I will spend an inordinate amount of time doing things I wish I could do every day of my life. What stops me? Fear of starvation. : )

Posted By Mike On 06.29.2012 @ 11:28 am

Can you figure it? Can you configure it? I mean, I just sat there looking at the thing for what seemed like hours but must have been only a minute or two. The configuration was knotted, metallic, whorled, smooth, elegantly ugly.

Posted By Mike On 06.28.2012 @ 8:54 am

soups du jour, soups cold and hot, soups to nuts. gazpacho, potato, tomato, chicken noodle, tortilla.

Posted By Mike On 06.25.2012 @ 11:29 am

He was minute, Stuart Little small. On the dance floor, he presented a problem to the larger dancers who risked squishing him by accident.

Posted By Mike On 06.22.2012 @ 11:43 am

I ate the cherries pits and all, and the pits sank into my gut like little bullets of life, life that would not flourish in the whorling vortex of my gut.

Posted By mike On 06.19.2012 @ 2:32 pm

i have a straw and it makes everything so great. now i don’t have to move about my air to breathe it inconveniently. i can suck it through and thorough. i have sy thetic asthma. it is fun.

Posted By Mike On 06.13.2012 @ 11:22 pm

Back and forth. Why not? Patterns? Switch the negative ones. Make them positive. Partners? Take your time. Positions? Always. Try new. Try lots and lots of new. New is good. Scary and new is even better. Switch yourself, constantly.

Posted By Mike On 06.11.2012 @ 9:16 pm

What is necessity? Is it that snack every few hours, or that extra bit of cash to get that new pair of shoes that you must have? what has necessity become.

Posted By Mike On 06.02.2012 @ 10:02 pm

See the two “o”s in “monitor”? They are eyes looking at you, looking through you, monitoring your every move. Don’t move. You’re being surveilled by camera monitors right now. Smile.

Posted By Mike On 05.22.2012 @ 11:48 am

Calling frome France used to be difficult. Do you remember? The phone offices for international

Posted By Mike On 05.20.2012 @ 1:36 pm

I backspaced through the word to delete it but hit the wrong key and deleted the whole document, all seventy-seven pages. Achh! I shouted, then threw the laptop on the stone floor, shattering it. Can I go back in time? Back in space? Backspace?

Posted By Mike On 05.17.2012 @ 3:10 pm

Ah, Rome. How romantic. Roma. Antic. Antique Rome. Rome antiques. Romantics. Rome antics. Oh, Rome!

Posted By Mike On 05.16.2012 @ 12:25 pm

Ok, so my hands are short. Don’t mock me. I hate that nickname. “Hey shorthand, why don’t you hand me that shovel?” Ah, eck you. My hands are not that short. They are delicate. Dainty. Digital.

Posted By Mike On 05.08.2012 @ 11:15 am

The instrumental accompaniment was perfect for a play like The Winter’s Tale. Stripped down, elemental, elegant, and useful. Isn’t that a root meaning of “instrumental,” that it serve as an instrument? That it do something? That it be useful? As opposed to “art for art’s sake”?

Posted By mike On 05.06.2012 @ 1:25 pm

Uptight? Oh, upright. Yes, sometimes. Morally? Or standing up erect? Am I?

Posted By Mike On 05.04.2012 @ 3:38 pm

pronounced two ways: sep-ret, and sep-uh-rate. Two separate words. And the clue to how not to misspell it: it has “a rat” in it.

Posted By Mike On 05.01.2012 @ 1:45 pm

The sacredness of something which is blessed or spiritual. The hallowed halls of a school, the hallowed space of worship. The hallowed mind which is only open to new things. It is only hallowed when the necessary requirements of the sacredness is allowed thus making it blessed or spiritual.

Posted By Mike On 05.01.2012 @ 7:38 am

The sacredness of something which is blessed or spiritual. The hallowed halls of a school, the hallowed space of worship. The hallowed mind which is only open to new things.

Posted By Mike On 05.01.2012 @ 7:37 am