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Poeticity
A poet may write words, in a certain way, but they are just words, really. Poetry is about expression. Each poet finds their own vehicle to do that. Words, music, art, dance, song, all of the above. But again, these are the vehicle. A poet must be poetic in the mind. They must be poetic in the way they are. It is who they are and how they love. Oh, I meant live, but I guess I also meant love.
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I am going to live until I am 110
Jimi Hendrix, Michael Hutchence, and Jim Morrison. My favourite musical poets, all died at 37. Charles Bukowski. My favourite actual poet, died at 73. Coincidence? No. I will live to 110.
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Attractiveness
i've noticed two common themes in my social media feeds lately, relating to what makes someone attractive. those two things are being happy, and having a sexy brain.
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I wouldn't run a road marathon with your legs, let alone mine.
Any trail runner
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runners are awesome. why? fit, fat, or in between, they still run, and running is life. life is worth living, and that's why runners are awesome.
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running is awesome. why? anyone can do it but only people who know the secret actually do it. what's the secret? if i have to explain it, you wouldn't understand.
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There鈥檚 an ebb and flow to almost everything in life. If you stand still however, the ebb might just take over your flow.
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I want to go to there!

You鈥檙e treated to this view after running up Switzerland鈥檚 Leukerbad. Can you run it in under 70 minutes?
Photo: Doug Mayer
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you've got to get rid of false friends and bloodsuckers first before they destroy you.
charles bukowski
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i turned around
my fear of consequences was the consequence of not facing my fears more often than i should have that was until i turned around and just walked the other way
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perpetual flow
jim morrison. paul squires. michael hutchence. three dead poets, falling short while in their prime. lost on the search for the elusive perpetual flow.
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