Books ‘n’ Breakfast: The Favorites

“Favorite” is a strong, yet overused word in my vocabulary. I’m just really enthusiastic about things I like I guess (?). Looked up the definition of “favorite” and it’s simply “a person or thing regarded with special favor or preference”. Thus, not mutually exclusive, so I can have as many favorites as I want. So to get you’re Monday going here are a couple…

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Books ‘N’ Breakfast: The Devil and Unicorn Blood French Toast

I’ve always been a fan of the macabre. I’ve watched more crime shows than any person needs to see, I love zombie flicks, horror movies, mostly anything Halloween-y, and in high school Macbeth was my favorite Shakespeare play (because most high schoolers have a “favorite” Shakespeare play – NERD ALERT). It’s no wonder why The…

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Books ‘n’ Breakfast: Bennison’s with a side of Bukowski

There’s nothing like having a great cup of coffee with (insert favorite breakfast food here) and a good book, to start your day. Granted, I don’t actually get to do that unless it’s the weekend or I’m on vacation, but I fully plan on doing so everyday when I retire in like 40 years. During…

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Intentionality

This world is for the intentional. It’s the kind of place where I should thrive. I should rule. I’ve considered every step, of every day. I lay in bed every morning, thinking about how I’ll eventually get out. The actions I’ll take. How my muscles will shift. Setting my toes on the cold floor just…

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As I Was

I usted to think I was, as is. And yet there were, maybe, a few ways I could change what was. But then I met your kind. Your kind. Your kind. Your kind. The most wretched Most vile kind. Your kind altered what I knew and thought of myself. Myself. Myself. Myself. That self which…

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Floater

I was born dead in the water. The water, it filled and spilled from my lungs; Washing out the decay that came from the everyday I had yet to live. These spores, my spores, infected the sea as far as Tripoli, Without my knowledge, without my consent. So on I floated, gorged and bloated, And…

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Smells Like Summer

Disclaimer: I’ve been taking a class on global leadership (don’t ask me why, I can’t be sure) that was owning my life for the past 10 weeks, hence no posts so… here is my attempt to getting back into “blogging”… again. The other day I was on Amazon picking books for my summer reading list…

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Quick ‘n’ Dirty

In attempts to make up for lost time (aka me being lazy about blogging) thought I would do a quick and dirty book review of the books I have read since Disgrace, by J. M. Coetzee, what I’m in the middle of reading, and looking forward to… reading. So here we go. Recently Read: 1.…

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Disgrace

Author: J.M. Coetzee, 2003 Nobel Prize Winner in Literature Published: 1999 Classification: South Africa-Fiction PoV: third person narrative (sort of) Pgs. 220 Random Quote: “So: once she was only a little tadpole in her mother’s body, and now here she is, solid in her existence, more solid than he has ever been. With luck she…

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Ghosts of Christmas Past

I twist myself up like this weak piece of napkin in my hand, wringing, and twisting, until all I’m left with are bits of something barely recognizable, white crumbs that I can’t hold but I try endlessly scrounging around on my hands and knees for each fallen piece, like picking at lint that was never…

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