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The memories of people long gone yet these days they seem to be in my presence more. Why? I never really had the ability "to see dead people."
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Published: Jan 16, 2008
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The nightmares of our lives replayed through a macabre day dream
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Published: Jan 15, 2008
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Falling into higher levels of life.
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Published: Jan 14, 2008
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The simple pleasure called life.
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Published: Jan 13, 2008
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I was sitting enjoying the feel of the west coast powder beach sand on my body, reptilian and unmoving I absorbed the dying heat of the sun as it set in my world and rose in another.
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Published: Sep 14, 2007
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The truth about our purpose is so well hidden through complex fables and beliefs that we cannot find it
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Published: Jul 17, 2007
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Do you remember that cowboy song, "rolling, rolling", I don't recall the rest of the song or the words, a bit like an old Souwf Efrican struggling through Nkosi Sikele our national anthem
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Published: Jul 13, 2007
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Once I was in a soulless desolate place. It was as if the choices I had made had finally come to fruition, that all the winters of my soul had come to meet me, to make me face that what I had become.
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Published: Jul 02, 2007
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When one writes down events, poetry or stories and then daringly shares these ramblings with others, we do it at great risk.
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Published: Jun 09, 2007
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Perhaps there is darkness in a sunrise, or bright sunlight in a moonless night, perhaps one only knows this when one has been burnt by the rays of a full moon as you lay naked, bathing in your dreams ...
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Published: Jun 04, 2007
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I am not a Manilow fan. I know some people love his work and cry to his dulcet tones but Manilow always brings back my stress disorder, caused mind you, by my dear wife.
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Published: May 29, 2007
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Where once a family's laughter echoed through the walls, arguments of purpose debated or cries of carnal pleasure and passion heard long into the antiquated evenings now these were replaced with the w...
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Published: May 26, 2007
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A risk adverse society means no great explorers and death by boredom
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Published: May 19, 2007
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It wasn't that my father was a bad parent or didn't spend enough time teaching and showing me the ropes of becoming a man
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Published: May 15, 2007
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Man she loved those shoes, shoes that lengthened her legs
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Published: May 11, 2007
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I am intrigued by the customs practised in this world by the many nationalities in far away and mysterious lands
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Published: May 03, 2007
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Ten kilometres south of Keetmanshoop, just North East of the one hundred and sixty five kilometres that make up the Fish River Canyon, the second largest canyon in the world
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Published: Apr 24, 2007
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After reading numerous articles on mail order brides I decided it was time that I take advantage of this booming industry and offer my services as a potential Male order bride/groom.
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Published: Apr 23, 2007
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I knew that we had done a stupid thing, I knew that I would meet my end,
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Published: Apr 23, 2007
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It took immense failure to change my reality, tremendous wastes of energy, time and purpose to force me to into the corner of the last bastions of sanity that I possessed.
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Published: Apr 18, 2007
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I get this commonality from perspectives of citizens residing in the various corners of our planet. The majority are discontent with their present leadership.
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Published: Apr 15, 2007
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As I looked out over the plains of the Karoo at four thirty on a December summers morning, I realised that the monolith that is the Swartberg Mountain is purple not black.
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Published: Apr 13, 2007
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It's an interesting time we live in. One day you are breathing in the noxious fumes and being covered in the dirty deposits of the putrid oily air whilst averting and escaping the sex traders of Bangk...
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Published: Apr 13, 2007
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We were sent to my Uncle's farm in the Northern Province so that we would not have to bear witness as my parents negotiated and devoured each others souls and what was left of their farcical union.
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Published: Apr 13, 2007
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It had been a long hard week. You know the type where despite your best efforts you felt that you stood alone against the entire world of commerce and industry and as a result I was physically drained...
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Published: Apr 13, 2007
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My fury incensed by the pusillanimous assassins
And so I climbed the ladder to my attic
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Published: Apr 08, 2007
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The sun rose burning my back, mocking my efforts to find shade as I walked along the banks of a perennial stream, today a trickle of its former self, burnt and almost exhausted by what had been an un...
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Published: Apr 07, 2007
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Last week, through some misplaced sense of duty I decided to give my food to those in more need than myself. Such are the afflictions of a man in his search for a higher purpose.
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Published: Apr 06, 2007
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Ever noticed how when you really need to spend some time alone to reflect, every little sound, or movement is taken by ones mind as a signal that work is over and playtime has begun. Impossible, that'...
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Published: Apr 06, 2007