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Butcher Language.Chop your prose with punctuation.Splice your sentences to fit your thoughts. Shape language.Twist your words to craft new meanings.Bend the rules of grammar to your will. Steal language.Ravage dictionaries for inspiration.Wield each syllable as a tool for creation. Language is meant to be used.
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I struggled, so no one else should. This shouldn’t be a controversial statement. I know how it feels to struggle physically, mentally, emotionally, and financially. Because I’ve experienced that pain, I don’t want anyone else to experience it. I don’t feel this way because I’m some sort of angel or saint– I’m far from it.
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Capitalism killed the artistSo they could sell the corpse.They pick it apart, piece by piece,Like chop-shop scavengers. Then they reassemble it,A mockery of the artist’s work. A hapless thing they forced into life,A Frankenstein’s monster.
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Gaslights flicker in the heavens now,Since the sky fell and smothered the stars.They tell us that this nightmareIs just a dream, not reality.Until we believe that thisIs the way it always was.
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I’ve found that there are two types of people who take risks. The first is the person who has nothing left to lose. They have no money and no way to earn it. They have no real support and nowhere and nothing to call their own. They aren’t seeking fulfillment or experiences, but survival. But,
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I know enough about many topics to know I’m not any expert on any. Isn’t that what the Dunning-Kruger effect is about; knowing enough to know your limitations. It’s this paradox of understanding that leaves the most ignorant among us to be the most confident in their speech, while the most educated speak in uncertainties.
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Writing for work was sapping my confidence and creativity. I work in the travel industry, and genuinely enjoy my job. I get to work with innkeepers and campgrounds from all around the country (and Canada), and learn about the hidden gems in cities and towns of all sizes. In many ways, it’s a dream job.
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The war machine is gearing up turning soldiers into dollars. Lives are cheap in the land of the free, and politicians love good martyrs. Invasions cost the price of boots and blood on foreign soil. What are soldiers’ lives and civilian deaths when it comes to premium oil? They sell our souls to invest in
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A pen and a sword A hammer and boards: The tools of the jack-of-all-trades Pulling needle and thread Sowing fields, building beds: The skills of the jack-of-all-trades A butcher a baker A candlestick maker: The jobs of the jack-of-all-trades Watch him juggle and bounce As he lives hand to mouth: That’s the life of the
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I am not a poet. Does that mean I shouldn’t write? Are my words meaningless because they aren’t high art? I am not a philosopher. Does that mean I shouldn’t think? Are my thoughts meaningless if they aren’t soliloquy? I am not an academic. Does that mean I shouldn’t learn? Is my education meaningless because
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Bringing Mae Flowers 