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I undertake the training rule to accept all blame and criticism without seeking to defend myself .

This aspiration is perhaps point of this most difficult to understand and, I admit, that it took me sometime to don’t to my own understanding. You see, the inspiration for this training rule comes directly from the lojong slogan to “Drive all blames into one.” … 217 more words


I'm Not A Lazy Slob Anymore

While reclining lazily about on my couch last night with pizza on the coffee table and a beer in hand I was watching TV and stumbled across a program where the medical “Experts” were saying that obesity is not the fault of the obese anymore but is directly affected by metabolism. 253 more words


Family Poems (3/16): The Gardener

After recently posting Unfinished Business in response to Sue Vincent’s book addiction post, and finally managing to finish Reading in the Park after only five decades, it struck me that it might be useful to post the family related poems, not in chronological order of composition, which is how they have appeared so far, but in a sequence that better reflects their chronological sequence in autobiographical time. 29 more words


To whom it may concern:

This is an open letter to all of the people in my life who have forgotten why I am where I am today.
I am 45 minutes from my hometown because I had to leave university and my mother had basically moved 2 years prior. 434 more words

Said Lucifer to the Others

I am angry that we are not eating pie. I am viscerally fucking disgusted that we are not eating fucking pie. Who arranged this shit. Who can I direct my anger towards! 150 more words


I'm Crying a River

“Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.” ~ Paul Verlaine

There’s nothing like curling up on a cot, in a too dark, quiet and unfamiliar empty apartment, using your cell phone to provide light because you forgot to buy a nightlight and are afraid to spend even $5 right now, and listening to the rain…. 211 more words

The Dragon

I feel like it’s got me

I’m backed against the wall

I can feel the cold wet stone against my back

I am staring into the the growl and waiting for the fire… 189 more words