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The Creative Spirit

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Damn, good dick really fucked up Lauryn Hill’s creative spirit. — @HarrietThugman (Follow her on the twitter)

I wonder.  How many times has this happened to people we know? People we love? Hell, to ourselves?

And I don’t just blame it on “dick” either, because I’ve watched guys that I thought were pretty well adjusted lose their mind over a peice of poon, so it’s not just one sex or the other.  But what is it about sex that makes us lose our heads?  Is it the act? The actual person?  The time spent?

Now, don’t get me wrong. I believe sex is an awesome thing. I really do. You should see the books on my kindle. Erotica’s presence is in my life. Yet I think its the power of the other person. The energy that they posses. It can hold us down. Cover us in filth. So we lose ourselves. Lose what made us who we are. Lose that spirit that made us go after our dreams.

What do we do when we are held captive by our desire, and it seems that the ransom is our talent?


It’s Been Awhile

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Sometimes,  even the biggest mouth has to close.

See, me getting “fired” (or laid off, depending on what employment specialist on the news is speaking) was bad, mainly because I’m a busy body. I like moving, but because I’m moving so much, I do more speaking than listening.  Not saying I don’t listen, but at times, we are put in a position to where people want to hear your voice, so we oblige. Without thinking.  So, while the firing was terrible, it put me in a position to shut up because…well….my feelings were hurt.  Its hard to expand on thoughts when your thoughts are filled with anger and bullshit.

I didn’t tweet. Or facebook. All my blogs and forums fell behind.  I maybe talked to three people on a regular. What can I say? I was pissed.  But in bring pissed, I had to be focused.  And focusing included being quiet, and in being quiet, my thoughts were allowed to vented themselves.

I will not say that I’m just peachy. I’m not.  My ego is bruised and cut, and some times, salt is poured in the wounds.  But I have found a more….aggressive…approach to my stories and poetry. If that job and the subsequent events surrounding it taught me nothing else, it taught me to not be scared of how uneducated I may sound, because there are so many that have more education and sound like a damn fool.

Closed mouth = a bit of learning.


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