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by: limine

herding cats

strange thing about photographs. captured time. materialized pieces of perspective. how pictures taken are so rarely what is given. pictures taken.
 
watched a good little cowboy flick last couple nights. a tv type special but saw it through netflix. robert duval. thomas haden church. a 2-disc deal. beautiful filming and scenery. though not at all right for crossing utah and wyoming. not near enough dust and desert and way too lush -- no sage brush. oh but it was glorious and gorgeous nevertheless. corny as all get-out of course but with such compassion and honor folded into it. beauty in the midst of the violence. how the west was won and lost and taken and stolen and lost and found. “broken trail.” yeah i gave it the full five stars.
 
last night while the flick was paused and i was outside herding cats, a neighbor emerged and started chatting at me. chatting gabbing yacking emoting gossiping spewing essentially. just spewing. yeah she’d had a little wine. she’d fallen off again after eighteen days. eighteen count ‘em eighteen days she had gone. stress at work. prescriptions too expensive on the “new” more expensive health insurance with fewer benefits. freaking out a little. working as a hostess in a restaurant in town. corporate took away the table chart and she felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her. she’d been holding it together under intense pressure and when they just yanked her chain so hard she lost her balance and fell back into a cardboard box of wine.
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by: redtemplar

CXVI.

F*ck.

When anything is taken away from anyone without any notice or warning, whatever it is...it's just not right.

Say a loved one who died from a car accident, your new pair of shoes hidden away by your friends as some sort of prank, losing your significant other to another person, life of a snail taken away by a foot of a person mistaking the snail for a lone rock on a clear asphalt walkway, homes of families in squatter areas demolished by some big foreign corporation. You cannot not think that the world is such a cruel place to live in. It's just not safe anymore.

I just lost her today.

So here I am munching timtams and gulping free piñacolada from my officemate's midnight snack, still trying to comfort myself and rationalize what had just transpired early this morning...

F*ck.

She's gone.

She was my third and among the three, she was the one I am proudest of all.
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