Tag Archive: conversations

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What is…

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  …good and evil? I asked that voice in my head I call GUE (God, the Universe and Everything)…Again.     I’m not happy with its answer. ME:   Why is there evil in… Continue reading →

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Still alive

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Have you had one of those dreams where you’re floating in a celestial light?  Inside this light there is no pain, only joy… Then you’re awakened by a mob of dogs barking, and… Continue reading →

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GUE unsettled

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If you want that kind of pain, you can look under the category of “Conversations,” and there you will find more conversations with GUE (God, the Universe, and Everything.) As you can tell,… Continue reading →

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Thankless Thursday Sarcasm: Yet another unsatisfying conversation with GUE

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ME:   I’m up at 6 in the morning and I’m pissed! GUE: Why? ME:   I was watching a sci-fi series and people were invading one country to get away from another. They tried… Continue reading →

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Senseless Wednesday Sarcasm : What You’re Not

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ME:    Hey! God, the Universe, and Everything.  There’s nothing like Sudafed and exhaustion.  I slept for 5 hours straight tonight. GUE:   And that is important because…. ME:    It means I have 5… Continue reading →

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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 →

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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 →

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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 →

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Conversing with mud

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For readers who haven’t experienced one of my conversations with the great whatever, you may not know how they are written.   I create a word document,  turn out all the lights, take off my high-powered dark… Continue reading →

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Fuzzy

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I’m typing in the dark, so relaxing, so soothing, listening to the fan circulate air under my desk.   It’s close to dawn, skies turning from slightly lighter black, than what surrounds me, to a… Continue reading →