Tag: Peace
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Always With The Punching
Imagine instead that the thugs suddenly drop their guns, their faces quizzical, their blinding rage wiped away by a wave of tranquility. They are not sedated into unconsciousness to arise later still bitter, but rather awakened entirely from their cold trance of hatred. They can feel again.
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The Facebook Wars (or Why Soundbites Suck)
If you go by Facebook, none of my friends should ever meet lest they start lighting torches and collecting stones.
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Ode On A Gin Martini
It’s the White Cliffs of Dover meet the Mediterranean. It’s a fruit juice from Venus. It’s stirred, not shaken, and Bond be damned! Let the party begin!
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Life Just Is
When I look at the Enemy I see him eating breakfast. I see him looking at the stars. I see him finally deciding to hell with it and taking a nap in the afternoon. I see him holding his head in his hands, crying over the blood and the cruelty and the indifference. And when he raises his head, wipes his eyes and looks at me, I hope he sees the same thing.