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Diplomacy

The goal is to graduate from this life.

-f.s frankfurter

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Another Word for Life is Pending

A fools game is living with no response to the hour. He has no rebuttal least of all a laughing rebuke. He lives innocently with guilt and his acts upon life are negligible, disarmed.

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FAU Super Seniors be on that Dragon Ball Z power classification system: Super Senior One Super Senior Two Super Senior Three Super Senior Four Super Senior Five Super Senior God

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Always wanting to know what's up ahead, what's around the corner from the place where I am. Learning little by little to subscribe to the journey and surely I'll get where I'm going. For certain I'll get where I'm going - SN

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The weakness of the body is in fact the soul

SN

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In Passing

My window sill is a dark corner Even so things happen all the time Apples fall from trees Old men cut the grass and sing In passing, whole decades Kids never stop to say goodbye until of course they die as little minutes,the victims of hours. - Stefon Napier

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Lame Days

How many of these days are not mine? Are they just blind? My experience is not recalled my birth is left dead Perhaps another lives in my stead and my entirety has lost all tread.

I am left to remember the hue of ancient Decembers while praying to the side of a narrow bed.

-SN

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I can measure the extent of my life by riding a train. Am I’m limited to this stop? Must I really get off here? What are the consequences for going further and whom would I neglect in doing so?

SN

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No student should ever have to put up with college.

Stefon Napier

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Theism

I shook my head; I saw grown men and women still riding their bikes with training wheels, too afraid to travel and discover the world without them, but it wouldn't have bugged me as much as it did, if they weren’t going on and on against the free riders, screaming that the only proper way to ride was with their own rusty brand of training wheels.

- M.A. Tempels © 2015

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The Flattening of Life

Imagine the surprise of dawn to find that I’ve outlived dusk and made of memories a pleasant game of charades.

Imagine the surprise of dawn that there were no longer days and that we grew with horizontal age and death to us was merely finding shade. - Stefon Napier

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Commuting a life sentence

The bus ships people west, from east. Shadeless construction workers, Feeble secretaries Wrinkled children It ships them all in the hazy cough of dawn and again in the smog of night.

Beware commuting to a life sentence.

- Stefon Napier

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You’re a lover not a poet.

American Radio Volume Room Temperature (via americanradiovolume)

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To hell with misery and sadness! If it can be had, live a dear life. A good one. If you have friends, make a family out of them. If you are alone, make fame out of every moment. It is a civic debauchery not to live the best life one possibly can

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From the window, a Paris breeze unkempt, as she lingers within the naked hour keeping the famished streets waiting. Her gentleman is fatigue. Her pocketbook is the moon. She comes perishing the day with the dark heels of night. The sky orange with a black finish. Her own delicate black dress sweeps across cryptic avenues swallowing whole, sidewalks.

In Wake of a Saturday Evening by Stefon Napier (via americanradiovolume)

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The suburbia trembles in fear of the antique ghettos who shiver in the shadows of the dusk filled cities. In the retirement communities, they try to subdue death long after youth ceases to be even a memory.

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I danced in the foot creeks kicking up mud and dreams. "Run faster", said the water as it rushed between my toes. "Skip harder", encouraged the mud that alighted on my shoulders. "Live, live, live, live", chanted the trees and for a long time I dipped and rose to the sun and the corpse of the city was left far behind.

Stefon Napier