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Atheist
What Kind Of Atheist Are You?
You are one of life’s enjoyers, determined to get the most you can out of your brief spell on Earth. What first attracted you to atheism was the prospect of liberation from the Ten Commandments, few of which are compatible with a life of pleasure.
You can see the point of abstract principles, and might sacrifice for a concept, although it would need to be better than sex. You really would lay down your life for a friend. A champagne humanist, you admire George Bernard Shaw for his cheerful agnosticism and pursuit of sensual rewards.
Sometimes you might be tempted to allow your own pleasures to take precedence over your ethics, but you know everyone is striving for that elusive balance between the good and the happy life.
Open another bottle and go forward !
Poet
What Type of Poet Are You?To craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways. To have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery... or intense heartbreak. To naturally be a poet. To split infinitives.
City ... London
You belong in London, but you belong in many cities... Hong Kong, Paris, San Francisco, Tokyo, Rome, Sidney. You fit in almost anywhere. London is diverse and international enough to satisfy your tastes. From curry to Shakespeare, London has it all!
Monthly Archives: June 2009
For my friend the writer, and for everyone else who needs a little encouragement on the dark days.
ON HER BLOG WHEN SHE ASKED PLEASE TELL ME THE THINGS I AM DOING RIGHT I NEED TO HEAR THAT DESPERATELY SO I SAID: hmmm, suppose, that the true heroes of this world are not the flashy super-gender types, or … Continue reading
Writing more lately, surprising even myself, and testing rhymes
Walking in the old ‘Hood. Today i walked in the park just a lark, I strolled past old places remembering faces and dreams — my childish schemes seem petty now, but how deeply then we lived desire longings were fire … Continue reading
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A day spent talking and writing
So, here’s a new one, a draft, and a sem-final version, after meeting a woman and falling madly, passionately, and helplessly into her wonderful life… you are so sweet, i can imagine you taste like ice cream and your skin, … Continue reading
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Poetry, the Rough Stuff 龙诗人 