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<eventtime>2012-01-01 02:00:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-01-01 07:00:40</logtime>
<subject>Six Degrees of Sentimentality</subject>
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by Emmit Other I was witness to a tiny slice of the awesomeness That is Atlanta on New Years Eve Some with friends And some not. I toasted the New Years in Ireland at Mac McGees. Then I got to the Plaza Three hours early. .... I can safely say that Melanchalia is most definitely NOT The Silver Screen Spook Show. Off to another friend's party. Quite the host is Patches. Fun, new friends. Off again to the Plaza. Pagentry of awesomeness And the bastard step child Of The Nightmare Before Christmas The Original Mad Mad Mad Mad World And an Elvis Movie. Missed some friends in the chaos But plans were never concrete. My own melancholia Desperately wanted to manifest Alone on New Years Eve Flitting from aquaintance To silliness But... Then I laughed I laughed at the sheer awesome brilliance of it all. No life is perfect And mine has its merits. Somehow in a way I don't quite understand I found the Tao of my life The drifting tumbleweeds of solitude Couched on both ends with brief encounters With magnificent brilliant people And the joy I have interacting with them. Somehow it works for me now. I don't understand it But it is But then I noticed That unlike years gone past No one called. Nor at thanksgiving. Family is not everything But for me it was a lot. They just don't take it as seriously as they used to. Everyone is a protagonist in their own head. Everyone has their gripes and their grudges Their own side to the story. With them I try not to take sides. I am at peace with the nature of friendships At least most of mine Here again, there again, gone tomorrow. Enjoy every conversation No matter how awkward. Tis still contact. Tis still one amazing life Talking to another I am not feigning sentiment when I speak of this I truly glory in humanity For individually we are glorious Even when collectively we are monsters. But family can transcend that a little Even if in the yarn we all end up worm food. A friend of mine is losing someone close. Another friend has watched his family die off One by one As if picked off from a horror movie So even if I was tempted to generate grudges on my own (And I haven't) I still hold them dear And call And text And I'll keep doing it. Still Tis a shame to see such a fine thing Wither and die. Ah well Life isn't perfect. And neither am I.
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<eventtime>2012-01-01 11:24:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-01-01 16:24:23</logtime>
<subject>Taming Fire</subject>
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By Emmit Other Every one of us Is blessed And cursed With an elaborate hand of cards Dealt to us Upon our birth. And as time passes Our lives change this Some we choose And some are inflicted upon us. Life is random. So are card games. But you can control which cards From your hand that you play. Elaborate training And meditative exercize Can control any muscle in the body. The heart can be stopped. The lungs frozen. It is simply a matter of state of mind. And my mind has a fire inside of it Ever watchful. Ever awake. Ever wondering. It is my curse And it is my blessing. It has set me free from bondage And it has kept me at arms length of others. We shall see now If sufficient relaxation Can shut it off Long enough for other people To be comfortable around me From time to time Without at the same time Losing That which to me is precious most. It will take work But I like a challenge. And some things are worth fighting for.
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<eventtime>2012-01-04 19:31:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2012-01-05 00:31:09</logtime>
<subject>Order from Chaos, Chaos from Order</subject>
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by Emmit Other Humans are such simplisticly binary creatures. Black and White Good and Evil Order and Chaos All of nature shows that this is almost always a sliding scale Rather than an absolute. Some things might seem an absolute But are not. Life and death Can be dying life Or living death. A study of order Even the most perfect Contains minutely chaotic fractures. Going deeper There are quarks Which mind no one's business But their own Doing as they will. A study of chaos Reveals that the seemingly random nature of that which isn't Contains fractal on fractals The same basic elements of order Bifrucated again and again. There are no absolutes But that doesn't stop me from feeling that way sometimes. Life is what it is And that's all it is.
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