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read my profile sign my guestbook Name: Evenrude Gender: Female Interests: Oh, I don't know. Life in general. Yeah, pretty much. If it's out there, I'm interested. Expertise: Making a fool or yourself Occupation: Evil Genius Industry: Entertainment Message: message me AIM: mary1tm412 Member Since: 11/3/2003

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Wednesday, August 22, 2007

The Storm

Pressed up against the clearness that separates me from beyond

My breath is alive on the pane

Pulsing larger and smaller with each exhale and intake

My eyes are riveted, fixed, unmoving

Searing flash after searing flash reflects in my retinas

The darkness stretches over me

Enveloping the blue-gray of the evening in purple blackness

White hot and pink the fingers sizzle to the ground

My eyes are still glued and the black bears closer down upon me

Tension clings to the air

Its presence tangible yet illusive as an electric current

A wave of strength and power crests above me ready to crash at any moment

It comes

Sweet relief flooding down with each small barrage delivered to the earth

Calm, peace, joy

Victory for both parties.

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

"What do you know about that nigger in the white shirt?" The question came as an unexpected surprise. At first I thought I had misunderstood him. I bought time by saying "I'm sorry?". "What do you know about that nigger in the white shirt?" the old man repeated. It was not that I had never heard the word before. Growing up in America I have heard it countless times. In movies and songs or as something bordering on a term of endearment between friends. I have even heard it used as a stereotypical term to refer to all or a large group of black people. But I had never heard it like this. This time it was aimed with very specific intent at one single individual. It bore behind it all the negative connotations it was meant to embody. It was, in short, shocking. It was not even the fact that he picked that word to describe this man he knew nothing about. It was obvious that this was not just his word of choice for referring to a certain ethnicity; this was a clear statement of superiority: A degradation of all that the other man might be. Suddenly, the whole situation was not about whether the man had actually done anything he should not have done, it became solely an issue of skin color. Something hot exploded in the back of my head and trickled forward to my face. I had no feeling of endearment for the young man, no real desire to help him in any way especially since I too had been observing him shrewdly all night, yet something inside screamed at the injustice. How can anyone harbor such feelings of resentment for another person they have never met and know nothing about simply because they look a little different? How does anyone justify such blatant discrimination within their own mind? What right does anyone have to think themselves superior for any reason, especially one as petty as the color of their skin or the geographical positioning of their birth?

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Thursday, June 28, 2007

	That's a whole lotta zeros... Life, in theory, is a beautiful thing.
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Friday, June 15, 2007

	Night is unquestionably the best time to drive. The darkness of the sky floats down heavy around you. The cool air brushes over your skin, refreshing you somewhere deep within. Everything is quiet and at peace. It all just makes you want to keep driving forever.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

	"'Every time she sings, she dies a little.' That's how much she gave." "There is something that burns inside me to be set free through the birthing of something new."
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