Category Archive: conversations

Conversations : Self-deflection

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More questions for God, the universe, or whatever (GUW). Me:  If safety is an illusion, and time is an illusion, what is reality? GUW:  What do you see on your computer monitor, or… Continue reading

Senseless Weekend Sarcasm : Thought bullets

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The thought bullets that impact my brain at 3 in the morning: ME:  God, the universe, whatever you are, why does evil always seem to win out in the end? God/Universe/Whatever (GUW: ):  I… Continue reading

Inner conversations: Perspective

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The conversation inside my head just before awakening from my 6pm to 10pm nap. And you wonder why I can’t sleep at night.     <_><_><_><_> God, the universe and everything.  What is… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Conversations with Insomnia

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My brain has escaped into another dimension.  It does this far too often.  I apologize in advance, as the opinions of my brain are not necessarily that of the body it inhabits. <_><_><_>… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Pretentious

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Just pretend for a moment that I’m the world’s leading authority on everything, and not an author who spends a great deal of time looking up every little detail as she writes. Imagine… Continue reading

Senseless Celestial Sarcasm : Rest

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Yet another unsatisfying moment with God, the universe, or whatever. Hello God, the universe, or whatever I’m talking to.  I’m back. I never left.  Show off.  There’s a cat next to me wanting… Continue reading

A few afternoon thoughts

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No one is going to believe exactly the same thing in the same way, that’s why there are nations. When one animal invades the territory of another, that causes a fight.  When one… Continue reading

Conversations : Trying to make sense of the senseless…again.

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  On occasion, my mind needs a way to sort out an avalanche of thoughts that come at me.  There are days my fingers walk over the keyboard, I read over what I’ve… Continue reading

Changing Conversation

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For readers who haven’t stumbled on one of my conversations before, you’ll find that I don’t seek a therapist to talk with, I turn out the lights and let my fingers to the… Continue reading

Conversations too late

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My favorite time of day: Night.  So restful to the eyes, so intuitive to the soul.  The peace I feel in the darkness I can’t explain.  Free of eye pain.  Free of eye… Continue reading