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Category: Human Condition

So Many Blessings While We Stressing

Posted on December 2, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears Just seen another brother buried, plus I knew him for years Pass by his family, but what could I say… Keep your head up and try to keep the faith and pray for better dayz -2Pac, “Better Dayz” Ever since I bought the 2Pac album…

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The Hazards of Unawareness

Posted on November 5, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

Few things make you feel more like an oaf than bandaging your finger and then scraping your knuckle while putting away the pack of Band-Aids, requiring you to bandage another finger.

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All the World is Draped in Precious Hues

Posted on July 6, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

As most of you probably know, I’m home from Europe. Times were good, some times were great, and some times were less than mediocre. Typical traveling experience, no? Europe has inspired me. I feel like picking up a bunch of foreign language books and start learning Italian, French, and German. I need history books and…

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Today, I Am a Man (i.e. Yet Another Initiated Fool)

Posted on May 18, 2002February 23, 2022 by KZ

I finally did something that felt appropriately 21. My old friend Angela took me to a bikini bar and treated me to drinks, dinner, and dollar bills for tipping. Believe it or not, she practically had to drag me into that place. In the past, I’ve always stayed away from places like that because I…

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And No, I Didn’t Shake Her Hand Afterwards

Posted on May 1, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It kills me whenever I say goodbye to somebody, and that person ends up walking in the same direction that I’m headed. There’s that awkward silence when we both realize that the distance between us isn’t increasing, and we’re left to decide whether to ignore each other and keep on walking, or to fill the…

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I’m happy just to dance with you

Posted on April 22, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

It’s funny the way love progresses. In the beginning, long before you’re even in love, it’s all about talking. That’s what makes or breaks the relationship…talking. If you and that special somebody find yourselves suffocating in agonizing silence, you eventually realize that that nonsense of being together is nothing but a bad idea. But if…

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Half a Page of Scribbled Lines

Posted on April 14, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

Moments of truth have a funny way of blindsiding you when you’re looking the other way. Just yesterday, I spent most of the day with my father’s father, my only surviving grandparent. In the morning, I drove up to San Francisco with my dad and my brother to pick up my grandfather. When we arrived,…

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A Heart of Hope Tainted by the Heart of Darkness

Posted on April 9, 2002February 21, 2022 by KZ

“I hate those people who say, ‘follow your heart.’” he says. “It’s never, ‘follow your mind.’ They’re so ignorant, they create a vacuum that I can’t stand next to.” I laughed then, and I’m still laughing now. Oh, that Martin. I can’t say I completely disagree with him, though. How do you expect to accomplish…

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I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight, but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild, strident argument which pulled me back, as with ropes, into my chair. Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.~F. Scott FitzgeraldSource: The Great Gatsby
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