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I'm not writing to tell you how to better live your life. This is not a book, a novel nor a magazine; not meant to be seen by those in the scene, nor worth another glance should you chance upon it. These are not the scribblings of a mad man or child,&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/844528/ Words for Ivy. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/776393/ When Saul the Sailor set about his Saturdayhe sought to find another way to satisfy his urge to fly and headed for the Frisco Bay, cuz he had heard about the headwinds.  So Saul siezed Saturn with both heartsand filled his Ford with planks and boards and all the feathe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/741236/ broght to you by the disembodied hand of freedom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/600775/ late Gk. epiphaneia "manifestation, striking appearance" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/596647/ Modern English http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/595543/ Only half as vast as the Kennedy conspiracyno Bilderbergers or Masons, just meconspiring to send me down the holewith me and me and me and whoever wantsto go for a ride;tight spiral spin into the me of mewhere you reside, where I hide from me and me and me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/zatoichi/595147/ Edited, bomb defused. 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