Single With Children03/31/2012  Mother is buzzed. A handsome wave of cosmic energy is coming to call. Brings Her flowers—tells Her She's beautiful. Electromagnetic auras going for a spin—and dinner. We like this wave, a real charmer. Still, have Her home at a decent hour. Written Content G.A.M. cc Earth Ali Mazraie shadi 1930s Lj1980s Cc03/28/2012  Before beginning my brief tale, since it is germane to the story, let me say that I am a 30 year old man who lives in Manhattan and more to the point, Manhattan lives in me. My friends joke that I was born in the middle of Great Lawn Softball Field #7 and grew up dangling my feet in what was to become the Turtle Pond we know and love. Although I suppose I am what was briefly referred to in the early 2000s as a metrosexual, I consider myself a robust adventurer—who has braved the Central Park Loop countless times, living and breathing the endless selection of fine wares and world cuisine. Ah, the cuisine: good Chinese to not so good Chinese; sublime Italian to crustaceans with a beef; deli and homemade soups that deserve their legendary status. Although I often end up in a timeless supper club with my beloved coq au vin. But back to my short story-- A year ago, I received an email intended for someone else. It was a query addressed to a name similiar to mine—the one the sender, a musician from the South, was apparently looking for. I delayed for several days but I finally did respond—saying that I was sorry but she was looking for someone else. I thought nothing more about it. And then, about a month later, I received another email from this lively singer/songwriter; it was obviously a publicity blitz for a "Concert on the Lawn", being held in the exotic locale of Texas— featuring a variety of local talent playing various fusions of folk, country and rock. How colorful, I thought to myself. I was on her mailing list! The missive was replete with proffered song downloads for a dollar and reviews from publications both local and from neighboring states. There was genuine passion in her talk of what was to come. I receive notices of upcoming performances on a regular basis. They describe the musicians, their histories, their inspirations, the food, the beer, the fun that will be had under the hot, southern sun or in the warm, southern night. There are the downloads and the tip jars and the love for what they're doing that vibrates right off the page-- and my lively singer/songwriter in the middle of it all, on fire with her dreams. I always buy her newest song and read every word of the post. And while nothing will ever replace the exquisite Paganini in my universe, and I consider it unlikely that I will ever attend any of these events—I have become, in the truest sense of the word, an admirer of this southern songstress—this dynamo who is living the life she has chosen. I am—a fan. Written Content G.A.M. cc Hat & Guitar Olga Olejnikova Transmit animatedgif.net
Pristine03/23/2012  I had followed the Sage for quite some time. I came to realize certain things; I felt that I had made progress. It even seemed like I was beginning to know my own Immortal Self. I would quiet my mind and there, beyond description, It would make Its presence known. I understood that here defined there, but the sorrow of the world was still so wrenching—although I was becoming more familiar with the Witness. "You help by being the Light, not by drowning in the darkness," said the Sage. "Yes, I want to believe that I can be part of of a real change," I replied. "Can a person truly be that—a part of real change?" I asked. "It has been said that small groups of thoughtful people are the only thing that have changed the world," said the Sage. My quiet teacher motioned to the sky. A visage of great beauty appeared. I was stunned. The Sage gently whispered, "The Valley of Light. You will find your peace and power and the glow of unlimited Love there. Climb the steps and cross the bridge and enter. All you have to do—is walk on water." "Walk on water?!" I exclaimed. I contemplated for a long while and then put one foot forward... Written Content G.A.M. cc Bridge Mega 11 ---------------------------
Nexus03/19/2012  She keeps entire worlds moving through their perfect orbits: The world around her that is her own; The world she and I share; The worlds of those that count on her for sustenance and warmth. She is the center of our universe-- Love Itself—with Its hair beautifully coiffed and high heels on-- looking like a dream and ready for anything. Written Content G.A.M. cc Magic Moment Yorkberlin ----------------------------------
All Aboard03/16/2012  My Spirit, so long battered and bruised, was starting to feel lighter—finally healed, free and unencumbered. I could sense a new wholeness. Whatever brought me to that point; weariness of the anger and resentment, realization of the real truth of the higher road, a merciful touch of Grace-- I was there, I stepped on board, I sailed away. Although it had seemed to be anything but simple until I got there-- I simply forgave—everyone for everything, including myself-- and along with it, went any need to judge. I let go of the weight and it let go of me and there it was-- Passage. Written Content G.A.M. cc Freedom Djtck Mystery Fire Abstract Rolffimages
Sleuth03/12/2012  He was a dark mystery. Making my way down the alley of encounters and events-- I looked for clues. He was swift and wickedly smooth, able to parry any coup de pointe and escape into the night-- all while standing perfectly still. In the end, I could find no pieces to the puzzle, and that was my last and only evidence. I closed the case, pulled down the brim of my hat, uttered an insightful but world-weary witticism and walked quietly off the stage. Someone was at the piano, playing a sad song sweetly. Written Content G.A.M. cc Detective Daniel Villeneuve
Foreshadow03/09/2012  I was walking briskly to work, collar up, huddled against the cool air. Out of my place by eight, a good clip and to the office in ten minutes-- in the long stretch of Winter, this had become my routine. I was glimpsing up at the cold, moody scenery as I walked—taking in a little of the season's bracing beauty and I realized-- there, still short and new, just turned-- the grass was green. Spring. Like an old friend you haven't seen in quite a while, waving from a distance-- as if to say, "I'll be there soon!" Written Content G.A.M. cc Park Antoine Beyeler Wheel Bilderbaron
The Gateway Condiment03/03/2012  It started out innocently enough: a little black pepper on my scrambled eggs, once in a while; extra jalapenos on my nachos more often than not; increasing amounts of hot Chinese mustard on—everything. Then one day, I woke up and realized I was sneaking 8 bucks out of my purse every week to slink to the local steakhouse and buy my own bottle of Professor Death's 20 Alarm Unholy Essence of Pure Hades Chili Sauce-Extra Strength, shamefully wrapped in a fireproof brown paper bag. Oh, the horror. Oh well. Who's for tacos? Written Content G.A.M. cc Red Hot Ninamalyna
Treasure Map02/27/2012  I dreamt that I was going to the game. I got ready and headed out. I was walking down the street, looking to have some fun. All of a sudden, a giant door appeared right in front of me, blocking the way; On it there hung a sign that said, "The Secret." I was very intrigued and a little scared, but I turned the knob and swung it open. Three fabulous, mysterious figures swirled before me. One of them swayed close. "I am Mercy—" she said, "unending Kindness." She moved back and another one came forward. "I am Simplicity—" she stated in a whisper, "always moderate, always generous." The third swept near. "I am Humility—" she informed me, "Divine and grateful." She returned to dancing. "Is that The Secret?—" I asked them loudly, excitedly, "Mercy, Moderation and Humility?!" They smiled. "We are the keys," said Mercy, "You are The Secret." I awoke. Like people do, I sometimes ponder what a certain dream means. I've been thinking a lot about this one. Written Content G.A.M. cc Three Svetlanka809 ---------------------------------
Arch Enemy02/24/2012  Monica loved the life of a starlet. She knew that she might never make that classic blockbuster but she liked the campy thrillers, the quiet, art-house romances and the fantasy adventures on a tight budget. She liked playing Lady War - Queen Of The Aresians. It was slated to be done in time for summer release, hopefully doing well in late-night screenings and rentals. Something else Monica was beginning to like was Michael—the actor playing Tyrinius, the powerful demigod and sworn enemy of all Earthlings. She thought about that as she swung the indestructible Sword of Regia and cut off Tyrinius' head. A couple of years later when they were pregnant with their first child, and then again when they were pregnant with their second—Monica would occasionally square off with Michael, pointing at her belly and telling him, "You did this to me! You ruined my figure!" And he would say, "Oh yeah?! Well, you cut off my head, so we're even!!" And they would laugh. Written Content G.A.M. cc Dangerous Katalinks
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