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Soul Eaters

Turmoil God awful gut wrenching nightmare riding turmoil. Throat clenching acid rising murder of crows, False importance on the trivial grows. A gag reflex of learned fear turmoil roils hurricane high calms counterweight on the psychic scale. Taste the bitter bile of discontent. Far fetching fowl… fouling the content eating the brash bits of joy Turmoil.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/9/2010 10:13:00 AM
False importance on the trivial grows ... a memorable line, an immortal poem to be ... this is indeed inspiration cresting its pinnacle.
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Date: 1/31/2010 2:32:00 PM
Turmoil and contention are both soul eaters! And the taste described is a perfect analogy of what the soul feels like in the process of it all. Excellent write. (Sorry, Deb, but I can't find anything wrong with this to critique. It's too darn good!) Thanks for this write. Lovingly, Dane Ann
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Date: 1/25/2010 1:27:00 PM
wow. powerful stuff here. hope this is for a contest and not a response to real life. because, man can I relate sometimes. anyway - HEY BEAUTIFUL GIRLFRIEND!! Do you know how great it feels to be missed? it feels like winning the lottery. you are sooooooooo special - thank you more than I can say for that. and I miss you too - need to start stopping here more often, even if there is chaos in my life. just love you Debbie Do : )) HUGS XOXOXO
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Date: 1/24/2010 12:41:00 AM
Yep, that's turmoil. Very well done.
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Date: 1/22/2010 2:37:00 PM
I'm at a loss for words on this one...Truth be told I didn't get the impression those below me had any more insight to add either. Can't say I blame them, you seem to be coming from a very personal place, that much makes sense to me. Nevertheless, this is too personal for me to interfere with. I'll sit this one out and hope the same Love I'm searching for will ultimately help us both in the end...
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Date: 1/21/2010 11:56:00 AM
indeed.....nice! Deb! ...and thanks for your comments! yes! Robins are actually staying here this Winter! I don't know how they do it! it's gotten down to 22 below here! but they are here, and they stay in the bushes...so they are probably deep-nested like a beaver in the bushes! and their song is a bit changed in the Winter! I think they are not so happy? jimbo
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Date: 1/20/2010 11:44:00 PM
Thank you for your welcome blog comments today Debbie.Rgds Brian
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Date: 1/20/2010 3:53:00 PM
Michael's very kind!!! I meant psychic! GAH! LOL changing it NOW!
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Date: 1/20/2010 3:29:00 PM
psychic scale? nice, lots of negative, expressive words, collaged
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Date: 1/20/2010 2:50:00 PM
Wow! You got it - turmoil! Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 1/20/2010 2:37:00 PM
excellent write! very descriptive. ------Ell
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Date: 1/20/2010 2:24:00 PM
DEb~Wow that's descriptive material great flow! Laura :)
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