Life about, through words, from India
Blrrp, bump, blrrp, bump On goes the music Bump, blrrp, bump, blrpp It’s going late into the night Oh hmm, un uhh, oh hmm, un uhh Glad I brought an EMP pen click, snick, bzz, whoop No more blrrp, bump, oh hmm, un uhh zzz, zzz, zzz, zzz – 1/30/2010 – Talk about loud music [...]
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A Friday like others, sometimes louder, sometimes quieter, in the end, we’re together; calmer and knowing, no where else to be, but there for each of us. – 10/17/2009 – I love you Peichi, thank you for being patient.
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How loud are your thoughts? Does whispering or yelling make a difference in your head? 37 years have passed and finally I’ve asked myself. Can the volume change without effort or is it always harder to talk to yourself when you try? – 9/28/2009 – Spending way too much time in a hospital waiting room.
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Michael Cannon: Ah, delegation amongst parental authorities. A true sign of I’m not doing it. 
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