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Heat 80

The world turned toward the east until the sun was able to burn the mist off the top of Jack’s sleeping bag. He woke up a normal human. 1,101 more words

Et knust speil

På denne bloggen vil jeg forsøke å gi deg som leser et innblikk i hvordan livet er bak den “perfekte fasaden”. Her vil jeg presentere den nakne sannhet om hvilket helvete livet kan være, men også de gyldne stundene som gjør livet verdt å leve… Er det noe jeg vet, så er det at livet er urettferdig og vanskelig. 238 more words

David

Hagood Mill Feb 21st, 2015

Three great Piedmont Blues Guitarists, Steve McGaha, Bob Buckingham and Hunter Holmes.

This is where I was inspired to learn finger style country blues playing.  Steve is a great teacher and this trio does a great job telling stories and history about the original songs and the musicians that created such a great original American music.

Donar

“You were asleep, and I imagined you older and older. Your hair graying, your skin folded and creased, your breath catching. And I found myself thinking: If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. 15 more words

Prose

Flux, n.

“The natural state. Our moods change. Our lives change. Our feelings for each other change. Our bearings change. The song changes. The air changes. The temperature of the shower changes. 13 more words

Prose

“daunting, adj.

Really, we should use this more as a verb. You daunted me, and I daunted you. Or would it be that I was daunted by you, and you were daunted by me? 38 more words

Love

“It swings both ways, really.

I’ll see your hat on the table and I’ll feel such longing for you, even if you’re only in the other room. 69 more words

Prose