Archive for April, 2012

human

Posted: April 28, 2012 in human
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We become more human when we love.

Demons are just tired humans.

Wisdom is gentle with human.

Human is tender — with gender.

War is the hatred of humans.

To be human is to be both strong and weak — in the same leap.

It is human to be embarrassed and not hide it.

We need no excuse for being human.

The wise sit with their emotions; fools chase them away.

The baby loved is the bloom of humanity.

When men and women see each other as human, feminism will have done its job.

The toilet reminds us; we are not gods.

traffic

Posted: April 24, 2012 in traffic
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Traffic is neither good or bad, but thinking makes it slow.

How poor are they who have not patience, what traffic ever cleared but by degree.

How bitter a thing it is to look into a Fararri and see another man’s eyes!

What’s in a name? That which we call a detour by any other name will still frustrate the heck out of you.

Uneasy lies the road that wears the crown.

The gestures of angry drivers have no eloquence; their fingers are yet unlearned.

The freeway has twelve lanes yet the comutes never does run smooth.

There ‘s daggers in men’s bumpers.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair — from the tailpipe.

Nothing almost sees miracles but horsepower.

Slower and slower and slower, creeps in our petty road pace as we age.

Taffic is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying something whacked out about us.

protection

Posted: April 23, 2012 in protecting
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One of the great goals of life is to build strong walls — with gates.

The privileged function of a person is to protect.

Fools find groups to guard — everywhere.

In dangerous times the privileged protect themselves.

Those who stop massacres, they are the heroes of humanity.

War to protect is still war that destroys.

Harming brings an ignominious end to a fine career.

It is the strange disorder of man that he will cheat on his wife one day and take a bullet for his comrade the next.

We will only protect the emotions of others after we have learned to protect our own.

Build places of recovery for the damaged; this may one day serve you well.

As a law protects a business, so a good leader protects his people.

To pray is to protect.

sensient

Posted: April 21, 2012 in sentient
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A hot shower doeth good like a medicine.

When salt and sugar kiss, the tongue swoons.

Lips taste, like love.

Touch — it undoes neglect.

The good life is unconsciousness, surrounded by a high thread count.

The warmest fires burn in the best togethernesses.

Music is the consumate lover: it kisses the ears, caresses the brain and undoes the soul.

Three things are good, four even better — thick cat fur between the fingers, soft slippers around the toes, a warm cap on a cold day and your hand in mine forever.

Good hair is always in love with shrimp.

Warm skin adores a cool breeze.

Eyes that look, ears that hear and tongues that tastes  — the  espresso machine has ruled them all.

Brewing coffee, sizzling bacon and baking bread seduced the nose and ruined her morals.

The sound of the door opening at the end of the day is the sound of love, loyalty and faithfulness entering our lives.

disability

Posted: April 10, 2012 in disability
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A disability is an opportunity.

On the edge of disability laps the beginning of love.

Normal is who I am, not who you want me to be.

A cure is a loss.

In an unjust society a difference damns you.

Time is disability’s best friend.

Happiness lies in acceptance — and a dollop of hope.

When reason is disabled rules rush to the rescue.

Disability breeds contentment.

Verbal needs a muzzle; mute needs a smile.

Those least able to critique me are the most glad to see me.

The heartbreak of disability lies in the impossibility of normalcy.

Disability  is a community.

A consistent pattern is disability’s constant friend.