I waste a lot of time. So far I’ve gotten away with it, because there always seems to be another tomorrow waiting to replace the yesterday I spent cleaning my keyboard and counting deposit bottles and scrutinizing the checking account statement to identify that mysterious nine-dollar charge. Weeks, months, and entire years have vanished this way, without much to show for them. But there’s a tiny area of my mind — the smart part, I guess — that is aware of finite time, as well as its passage. I can sense it emerging, with grace, from the boundless potential of the future. And I watch it slip with ease through the eye of a needle, and hurtle down a grim staircase into the cluttered basement of the past.
Time does not fly, I have determined. It plummets. It has mass and dimension, and like an object falling to Earth, it accelerates according to the laws of physics. The tendency to squander such a limited and diminishing resource, then, grows more disappointing with each stray thought.
Not that I spend every minute of every day dwelling on small concepts and engaged in pointless activity. Sometimes I stand and look up at that locked vault looming over the landscape. Behind its thick walls are the answers to the ultimate questions. How did the universe begin? Where did we come from? Could there be life on other planets? What happens after we die? Is there a God?
But I don’t linger long. Those secrets seem beyond my grasp, and I soon wander off, just as I do when I arrive at the post office and find myself confronted by an unyielding door and a sign that says they’re closed. After a moment of hesitation, I begin rifling through my mental calendar, searching for the statutory holiday I’d apparently overlooked. Then I turn and head back home, hoping to replace my intended productivity with a suitable substitute.
Almost always, this effort is a futile one. Helpless in the face of the unsolvable, I retreat to that place where I can conjure and ponder my own private riddles.
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“You see things, and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were, and I say ‘Why not?’” This well-known and often-mangled quote was written by George Bernard Shaw in his play Back To Methuselah, and later employed to great effect by all three of the Kennedy brothers. It acknowledges the power of wonder, the importance of glimpsing what doesn’t yet exist.
I do that sometimes, usually when I’ve had too much candy. More often, though, I veer off in a somewhat deviant direction.
For example, at this very instant, while I’m typing these words — and again while you’re reading them — someone in the world is drinking coffee. Right now. I know this because there are seven billion humans on the planet, and a lot of them drink coffee in the morning. Also, the Earth rotates, so it’s always morning for a quarter of the globe.
I find this idea comforting, for reasons that I can’t fathom. Maybe it’s because I need to be certain about something, and there just aren’t that many choices. I don’t know if the wealthy and powerful really are plotting the next global catastrophe, or if interest rates will go up or down, or if an asteroid will slam into South Dakota next month. But somebody somewhere just took a sip of coffee, and maybe even poured in a little more sugar.
Then again, there’s no way to be sure, is there? Maybe there was a momentary freeze, an imperceptible gap in the otherwise continual flow of daily coffee consumption. Or maybe it isn’t continual. It’s possible that no one has ever had a drink of coffee, or any hot beverage, at exactly twelve seconds past 8:19, Central Standard Time. It could just be that at that moment, people everywhere are taking a bite of their toast, or wiping some spilled milk off their pants, or pulling on their socks, or trying to decide – small, medium, or large? Impossible to know, which is what keeps me coming back, because it’s also impossible to be wrong. It’s like an all-you-can-eat salad bar, without the mushrooms and broccoli and low-calorie dressing.
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Yesterday, a brown fox ran across the road in front of my car. There was a stretch of time when I didn’t see the fox, because he wasn’t there yet. And then he was there, but just outside my peripheral vision. At some point, he entered my visual field, although the image still hadn’t registered. And then I saw him. But I can’t remember precisely when I went from not seeing him to seeing him. It was like going from night to day, without the sunrise. Is this how we fail to notice so many things that matter? Is this how we miss our lives? People say we should live in the now, but when is that, exactly? Past and future don’t quite touch. They’re separated by a bubble of present that’s gone before we finish saying the word.
I’ve given this enough thought for today. Besides, my keyboard needs cleaning again, and there are more deposit bottles to return. And I just noticed another checking account withdrawal that I can’t explain. But I’ll probably come back to it tomorrow. At least I hope so.
shoreacres
May 9, 2014
Well, you know what generation I’m from. The first thing that crossed my mind when I saw your title was typing class, and that inevitable practice sentence: “The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” There probably was another sentence or two that used up the letters missing from the fox sentence, but I don’t remember them.
And this is a real question, a serious question. The only mathmatical formula I’ve ever understood and made use of is the speed/time/distance formula, but I thought it was an algebraic formula. Is it trig? It doesn’t make any difference, really, but now I’m curious.
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bronxboy55
May 9, 2014
The only letter missing from that sentence is S, but I think it’s supposed to be jumps. As for the formula, speed-time-distance is all you need if you’re dealing with just a straight line. But if two objects are moving at right angles in relation to each other, you’d need trigonometry. And even if you didn’t, foxes tend to over-complicate things.
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nerdinthebrain
May 9, 2014
Heehee…Your coffee thoughts remind me of myself. Often, when I’m brushing my teeth, I wonder how many other people in world are brushing their teeth at the exact same moment. It would have to be really a lot of people, right???
I hope you enjoy all of your “nows” today…and that keyboard cleaning you’re gonna do. 😉
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
Probability says it would have to be a lot of people brushing their teeth, in the same way that every day of the year has to be the birthday of millions of people. Still, I’m a little surprised some government hasn’t spent a ton of money to find out for sure.
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Ashley
May 9, 2014
I’m drinking coffee as I read this – but instead of sugar, I added Hersheys chocolate creamer. It’s delicious! Oh, and being the parent of a pre-teen, I would have to ask (as much as I don’t want to) “What did the fox say?” Thought-provoking as always Charles:)
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
The foxes never say anything, and they always look as though they’re late for an important meeting.
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Chichina
May 9, 2014
OmG…… hahahah I do that sometimes, usually when I’ve had too much candy. I loved this post. I also love how your mind works, always worrying about all those things none of us can control. I learned a long time ago, that the only thing I actually can control are my decisions and choices. Beyond that, I’m at the mercy and whims of this mysterious universe that none of us can begin to fathom.
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
At least you’re attempting to understand the universe. I’m still trying to figure out my neighbors.
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ranu802
May 9, 2014
Sometimes I wonder how you are capable of writing such delightful posts time after time,it’s not boring it’s plain enjoyable. I sometimes tell myself is it possible to borrow his thoughts for a few hours, to help my blog, I know I can only wish, someone up there right at this moment is telling me, “Sorry chum you ain’t got it.”
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
One of my professors in college told our class that what each of us writes is unique, and could never have been written by anyone else. It’s true, and it’s as true for you as it is for me.
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Jac
May 9, 2014
The part about wondering exactly when the fox goes from not being seen to being seen, made me think of how many times I try to be able to know the exact moment I go from being awake to being asleep. Every time I try to “know” it, I actually believe that I will accomplish the feat, but never do. I feel like I overtax my brain every day (and most of the night) and yet I still come up with new things to dwell on and try to figure out. I blame others for mentally torturing me but I am really the perpetrator, more often than not. I feel for you….
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
I don’t think you can be aware of the moment you fall asleep, because you’re not conscious when you’re sleeping. But have you ever tried it the other way — noticing the moment you wake up?
I feel for you, too. I wonder if our great-grandparents were all weird.
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icedteawithlemon
May 9, 2014
There is so much I love about this post–from the introductory paragraph (which I think is one of your best yet) to the very last line, you have described so perfectly what it’s like to be someone who continually ponders and dreams, someone who observes the miniscule while failing “to notice so many things that matter.” Please continue to waste time–not only are you providing entertaining and thought-provoking reading material for the rest of us, but you are also making at least one of us feel much less guilty about all the time she spends calculating how much longer she can let the dust on the ceiling fans accumulate before the added weight slows the speed of the blades (not worth pulling out a ladder just yet).
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
If you’re talking about the dust on top of the blades, I’d say don’t worry about it. If you can’t see dust, it doesn’t exist.
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Margo Karolyi
May 9, 2014
“Is this how we fail to notice so many things that matter? Is this how we miss our lives? People say we should live in the now, but when is that, exactly? Past and future don’t quite touch. They’re separated by a bubble of present that’s gone before we finish saying the word.”
I have often tried to ‘live in the now’ but (as you so eloquently put it) by the time I’ve figured it out, ‘now’ has become ‘then’ and another piece of my life has drifted right past me. And by then the future has become the ‘now’ … but then its the past and thinking about it just makes my head hurt. Thanks for another absolutely fabulous post!
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
Some people are clearer, and say that we should live for today, which makes a lot more sense. Although accountants never say it.
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Diane Henders
May 9, 2014
Only you could contemplate foxes and existentialism in the same post! But maybe it was Schrodinger’s Fox. Neither there nor not there until you saw him…
Enjoy your coffee! 🙂
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
No, Schrodinger was Austrian, and this fox looked Lithuanian. But I like the idea that something doesn’t exist until I see it. You know I’ve never seen Alberta, right?
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Diane Henders
May 10, 2014
Ummm… Okay, touché. But I kinda like the idea that I’m just a fig newton of your imagination.
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bronxboy55
May 11, 2014
Diane, in a million years, I could never have come up with you.
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pratheekreddy68
May 9, 2014
Abounds in thought… Lot of thinking went in I guess…
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
A little thinking, anyway. But thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt.
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genusrosa
May 9, 2014
I loved your post, and the accompanying illustrations are always so brilliant, as well! I just wanted to chime in with a quick confirmation, that, as I live in the Pacific Northwest, the coffee flows here as timeless and eternal as our dreams of ‘why not?’. There is is never a moment here when there is not a pour, a sip, a slurp, or a stir. So rest easy, at least on that score.
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bronxboy55
May 11, 2014
Thanks — one less thing to wonder about.
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Snoring Dog Studio
May 9, 2014
I’m beginning to think the “NOW” is the place I need to spend a bit more time. The past is colored by a lot of crazy interpretations, the future is fuzzy. And it’s a bit comforting to know that right now, someone else is sitting in their pajamas at his or her keyboard, commenting on a wonderful post by an amazing writer.
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bronxboy55
May 11, 2014
The way your now has been going lately, it must be hard to know where to focus. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
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Mikels Skele
May 9, 2014
That asteroid could hit South Dakota before I finish ty
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bronxboy55
May 11, 2014
Stop trying to start a rumor, Mikels. I just checked CNN and there was no asteroid strike. If they don’t say it’s breaking news, it didn’t happen.
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sheenmeem
May 9, 2014
Super!
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bronxboy55
May 11, 2014
Thanks a lot.
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earthriderjudyberman
May 9, 2014
There has to be some things we can depend on. Coffee consumption would be one of them.
You are correct, Charles. (As someone who learned to type from my Mom and while in high school, the phrase is: “The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.” That does use every letter in the alphabet – except the “x.”
Now, after that mentally exhausting search, I think I’ll go get a cup of joe. Loved your quirky post.
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bronxboy55
May 10, 2014
There is an X — in fox. I did the same thing with the W. It’s no wonder typos are so easy to miss.
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earthriderjudyberman
May 10, 2014
Great catch, Charles. Can’t believe I missed that. Turns out I did need that cup ‘o joe. 😉
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Vanessa-Jane Chapman
May 10, 2014
Excellent post. It’s 7.20am here and I’m reading this in bed, I had just been brought some tea and toast (because I’m spoilt like that), and I kid you not, I literally took the first bite of the toast at the exact moment I was reading “people everywhere are taking a bite of their toast” How funny is that! It was like I made a physical connection with your pondering mind. I often ponder about how many people around the world are doing a particular thing at any one time, and what would happen if we all did the same thing at the same time? Like if we all jumped in the air at the same time, WHAT would happen?!
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
If we all jumped in the air at the same time, the Earth’s rotation would speed up because of the reduced weight. That would throw the world clocks off by a full second, which would interfere with satellite communication, airline schedules, and nuclear weapons systems. This would no doubt set off a war somewhere, and cause the polar ice caps to melt even faster. Fortunately, we’d be able to blame it all on Obama, but still, we probably shouldn’t risk it.
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Sherry
May 10, 2014
what is amazing is that you aren’t the only one who thinks these thoughts…now I wonder how many at any given moment are wondering ……….?
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
I imagine that someday everyone’s thoughts will be uploaded to some giant server-cloud thing, and then we’ll always know what we’re all thinking, and when. That’ll be fun.
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Elyse
May 10, 2014
This was certainly a pleasant blog to read with my morning coffee, Charles. Thanks.
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
Thank you, Elyse. I hope you had a good weekend.
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Elyse
May 12, 2014
Thanks, Charles. I did. Hope you did too.
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accidentallyreflective
May 10, 2014
“Past and future don’t quite touch. They’re separated by a bubble of present that’s gone before we finish saying the word.” Love that! Very well said. Would it be okay if I quote you on my twitter?
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
Feel free to quote me anytime. Actually, I’m pretty sure it would be a first.
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accidentallyreflective
May 12, 2014
What is your full name please sir? 🙂
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
See the About page, above.
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accidentallyreflective
May 21, 2014
Ah yes of course! Thank you!
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silkpurseproductions
May 10, 2014
It is always entertaining reading you pondering the big questions of the universe. You tend to ask (and often answer) questions that everyone should be thinking about and sadly aren’t. They are too busy being busy, doing what is expected of them. As for me I am becoming the queen of wasting time. I have perfected it over the past couple of weeks and can’t figure out why?
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bronxboy55
May 12, 2014
I think you and I are cursed with the same affliction, Michelle. We either think we’re too busy doing all the wrong things, or we feel as though we’re wasting time and should be doing more. But what is it that we’re supposed to be doing?
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silkpurseproductions
May 12, 2014
Now there is a question yet to be answered. I would say you could unlock the secrets of the universe if you figured that one out.
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Stacie Chadwick
May 10, 2014
I love the feeling your writing evokes, Charles. I hate those phantom charges in my checking account though, almost as much as the elusive ATM fee.
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
Stacie, a company I’d never heard of managed to deduct thirty dollars from two of our checking accounts in the past ten days. My bank says these were pre-authorized debits. They weren’t. What I can’t understand is that when logging into my own online accounts, I have to enter a username and password, and if I’m on a different computer, answer security questions about my mother’s maiden name and my first pet. Yet here’s a company I have no connection with, and they reached into my pocket with little or no effort and plucked out sixty dollars. I don’t get it.
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Stacie Chadwick
May 27, 2014
Hope you got it back. =)
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bronxboy55
May 28, 2014
I did — just a few days ago!
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D Holcomb
May 10, 2014
I used to wonder what would exist if the universe didn’t exist. I worried that question like a tongue on a loose tooth.
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
And where exactly did the Big Bang take place?
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Chris12
May 11, 2014
Thanks for reminding me I’m not alone in having odd, seemingly pointless, day dreams. But, I don’t think I could survive without them.
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
Those pointless daydreams produce some riveting stories.
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reneejohnsonwrites
May 11, 2014
I’m stuck on the nine dollar charges. Part of being a slightly OCD Virgo is that any amount which cannot be reconciled must be researched to the ‘nth’ degree. (There’s another one for you. Who is ‘n’?) Anyway, I finally realized I was spending somewhere around fourteen hours a month trying to locate the twenty-nine cents difference between checkbook register and the bank statement. I’ve given myself permission to be worth more than two cents an hour, therefore, I have stopped the compulsive need to make everything match exactly. However, arguing with the insurance company is something I’ll never cease. Don’t get me started about the ‘nth’ degree I’d like to give them. Talk about wasting time….
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
There’s so much uncertainty, Renee. I think we all need to be sure about something, no matter how insignificant. Getting your checkbook balanced to the penny every month provides just the right amount of challenge. And it involves math, which should lead us to one correct answer. There aren’t many other areas of life where that can happen.
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Patti Kuche
May 12, 2014
I have to go away, think about this for a while and will get back to you with some sort of reply but I need to feel sure before I commit to comment. Plus of course I need to put the kettle on and while that’s doing what it does I shall floss my teeth, because like God, my dentist knows everything and I hate getting on their bad side. Thank you Charles, will get back to you!
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2014
Make sure you’re flossing correctly, Patti. I go to the dentist twice a year, and every time I’m there, I discover once again that I’m still doing something wrong. I’m preparing myself for the day when the hygienist tells me flossing is bad for my teeth.
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Bruce
May 14, 2014
I really enjoyed reading this Charles; you have such a great way of converting actions and half thoughts into words. Time stops for no-one.
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bronxboy55
May 16, 2014
Half-thoughts are my specialty, Bruce.
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Live Now or Forever Hold Your Peace
May 15, 2014
Entertaining, thought, provoking, and so true… you have a talent. I love the incorporation of cartoons it really helps a big kid like me. I’m glad I found this post and look forward to more. A lot of us are robots doing the same things repeatedly but if we find something we’re good at or continually try new things… life becomes a little bit more meaningful. Why not?
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bronxboy55
May 16, 2014
Thank you. I’m glad you found it, too, and I hope you’ll be back.
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Mitch Mitchell
May 18, 2014
First, I had to go look up “hurtle” because I’d always thought that sentence used “hurdle” instead; good one!
Second, I think time and how fast it goes depends on what it is you’re doing. Like you, I’ll sometimes look up at night and wonder where the time went. Then I’ll be at my consulting gig and wonder why the arms on the clock seem to be going backwards. Perspective sometimes needs to be slapped. lol
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bronxboy55
May 23, 2014
Have you ever watched the second hand on a clock go around? A minute is a long time. I always think about how much I could accomplish in sixty seconds. Meanwhile, months fly by in the blink of an eye. It’s weird.
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Philster999
May 19, 2014
Angst! Awesome — I get it! Keep it coming, amigo…
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bronxboy55
May 23, 2014
Phil, I don’t know if Angst is a genre, but it should be. You could be king. (And I mean that in a good way.)
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dema1497
May 23, 2014
I pick you to join Liebster Award, follow this link to check it out http://demaodyssey.com/2014/05/23/liebster-award/
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bronxboy55
May 26, 2014
I appreciate the gesture. I’m just not sure I can do another award post. But congratulations to you — and thank you for including me.
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