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Statements of Being
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 !
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!
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Well, this is rough, but we are editing and writing more daily. The problem is that we write a million words, and then we excise 999,990 to make it say everything in perfection and simplicity, forgetting that we remember every … Continue reading
It’s time for new Metaphors The world is lately filled with conflict, Wars where terrorists are Muslim, Christian, Arab, Jew, perhaps Knights Freedom Fighters, Defenders of faith. And, everyone’s god is on their side. staring at the deep blue sky … Continue reading
Kyoto, Ancien Haute Couture of Modern Japan It is only true in the evenings in August cars desist, Shrines are lit, manners polished The city of Kimono’d women fills again ancient ghosts walk streets chattering here they pass through gates … Continue reading
What we need here is a discussion about punctuation in poetry, or what should I do with the Enjo Poem? I think the spacing defines the rhythm, and punctuation will be redundant here. But that is my own masterly artistic … Continue reading
Enjo-Kosai children (Tokyo) There are heavy sinful nights on Tokyo’s flashy streets what Gaijin call the true Bladerunner dark where wheezing suits of Yakuza suck ramen noodles hotly over gritty golden teeth where a million black umbrellas hide a thousand … Continue reading
Walking Past the Park at the VA Hospital Bits of color flash in the palm, fingers tighten, loosen twist and twitch in nervous candor Something in brown and tremulous hands held airily or softly or in fear of breakage Hands … Continue reading
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