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November 3, 2013 – 4:17 am | Comments Off

Now to da bus of bullshytiness and why these peeps got to stop with da fvcking stereotyping!

A 19-year-old college student from Queens says he was handcuffed and locked in a jail cell after buying a $350 designer belt at Barneys on Madison Avenue because he is “a young black man.”

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Still growing
September 26, 2014 – 11:25 am | No Comment

She hit me with such reality to knock sense into me. To shake me from the cloud of bullshit head had been in. Could it be that I’ve held on so tightly to a dream my fantasy to hurt her all these years when we’re not really compatible?  Yes. It is definitely a possibility.

I do want her to be happy. All those times i wondered why something was off, didn’t consider that it was me. Why? Because i was happy and i didn’t want her to go.

I never understood the concept purely until now, if you love someone set them free.

I do too
September 26, 2014 – 12:03 am | No Comment

We’re not scared to lose it all
Security throw through the wall
Future dreams we have to realize
A thousand skeptic hands
Won’t keep us from the things we plan
Unless we’re clinging to the things we prize
And do you feel scared, I do

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September 19, 2014 – 3:17 pm | Comments Off

Oh so often i feel as if i can’t, i remind myself quietly that i can. I have to.  There is no choice.
What’s that saying? Mr wells said out best  below…

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September 19, 2014 – 2:26 pm | Comments Off

One of the things that has served me well are the lessons learned to survive, to adapt, to learn.
The author of these hard to learn lesson were my mother. She was and is the author of the slogan that she drilled into me through reprimand and whipping “do as i say not as i d o!”
This is ever so clear and frustrating. As illness is ever present she resists. She fights. She holds ground.
I was raised to …

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Beautiful danger
September 17, 2014 – 11:40 pm | Comments Off

Just got to witness a lightening storm at 35k feet.  One of the most humbling things I’ve witnessed with my eyes. 

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I’m flying grandma
September 17, 2014 – 2:36 pm | Comments Off

It was 16 years ago when i flow into this airport. The memories of that first distant deployment away from home have come flossing back into my mind. The places,the smells, the people…  My grand mother was still living. That was right as my ex and i officially started dating. The residence inn. The work. That was before the time card issues. All salary. Would work through the night to get those letters out. That was the first flight …

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September 17, 2014 – 12:40 pm | Comments Off

Can’t really get a break from this gig. Had to begin setting up an event before getting on plane and solicit assistance from my backup. Looks like I’ll be in town longer than expected.
Now to more challenges back east.
At least I’m first class the whole fight there and back.  

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September 16, 2014 – 12:03 am | Comments Off

Posted with Blogsy

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Sexual Objectification
September 13, 2014 – 12:26 pm | Comments Off

many ask can we have what we have before, and the answer is always NO! that’s a fact. a reality. what was is and what is to become is not what was. never has been, never will be. period.

…she’s one fine woman though. i’ll fvck her. …but can i even do that without the tears?

That is the quote where all the emotions from last nights conversation, dialog, discussion comes from. A five minute discourse reduced to a 5 …

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Shit happens.
September 12, 2014 – 11:56 pm | Comments Off

The official name of my tattoo on my arm is time and chance but from jump the verse that’s reference, the chapter, could be translated as shit happens. It’s life.
And I’m living that life.
I’m destroyed that I just had a roughly 1.5 hour conversation that I can’t remember. 
I can’t remember a lot of things. I’m so in the moment reacting and responding. I’m never feel prepared. My confidence of old is gone.
She’s hurt and confused …

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Shot gun to the heart
September 10, 2014 – 9:48 pm | Comments Off

that’s how the song starts and my emotions flooded through me, but I’m a trooper and looked at those emotions sternly and said “no not today.”
…but those words express so vividly my feelings of what occurred, that leaves me… well… like this.
can i love again? don’t get me wrong. I care about her. I love her, but not like before.
many ask can we have what we have before, and the answer is always …

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Still in her head
September 6, 2014 – 12:47 pm | Comments Off

We spoke for a moment the other night. She’s been silent since. No text no calls.  Something must have changed during that call.
I do know there is a lot going on in her head she doesn’t share. Speculation. Frustration. Elation. Sadness. Hatred.
I sense it. Besides I have spent quite a bit of time with her. I at one time believed I knew her but I now know there are many things in there that isn’t shared. Oh …

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the facts of life – free… of me
September 2, 2014 – 5:43 pm | Comments Off

been a second since i’ve stolen a moment for myself and my thoughts here. i find more and more that i retreat in my head when i jog, but even work makes that difficult to do on a frequent basis to consider it “training.”
…but i digress. i keep my emotions at bay. far from me. very far. too much to bear. to consider. to absorb.
where does one start? where …

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