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29 July, 2013
Gator People Live in The River,1: The Knife
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“I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great affair is to move.” -Robert Louis Stevenson “A journey is...
01 July, 2013
Story Gathering Project 1, Williston: Plans and Updates
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You cannot create experience. You must undergo it. - Camus I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel's sake. The great...
10 July, 2012
Eastward-ish -- Leaving Minneapolis... Again (The Who-Dey Hoedown)
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A man's work is doing hat he's supposed to do, and that's why he needs a catastrophe now and again to show him a bad turn isn...
09 July, 2012
Clock Watching In The Time Zone Continuum - A Poem
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Seven minutes until the hour and the 12:01 to Kansas City hasn't boarded yet. The driver announced a delay – some “beer problem” he call...
04 July, 2012
Eastward-ish: (Another) Whim of the Great Magnet
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If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there. -- Lewis Carroll Sometimes it's necessary to go a long distan...
03 July, 2012
Eastward-ish: Farsickness
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"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door," he used to say. "You step into the road, and if you don't...
01 July, 2012
Eastward-ish - The Denver Bug Out, Part 2 (Little Man)
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This is the culture you're raising your kids in. Don't be surprised if it blows up in your face. - Marilyn Manson Age does not make ...
26 June, 2012
Eastward-ish - Intermezzo: Call Me Noman (Erasure of Old Self)
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Bismillah* your old self to find your real name. - Rumi I felt like a dying clown But with a streak of Rin Tin Tin - The Who My name is Ozym...
25 June, 2012
Eastward-ish - The Denver Bug Out, Part 1 (End Times Polka)
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The Moving Finger writes; and having writ Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears ...
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