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Somber, slumbering but awake. A slow, cool waltz of a day. Time undefined in wonder. Somber, somewhere close to melancholy A wandering lilt of a day. Nothing passed, nothing to save. Somber, silent conversations. A hazy glance of distant days. Fulfilled in lack of want. Somber, sighing in a sober daze.

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Consistent Parenting They say what children need most is consistency. Truly, it's easy. I can always count on them to create: Laundry; always piling up. Then I just add more, as I consistently refill their bottomless drawer. Dishes; constantly they make. But, really, I'm to blame, for consistently filling their plate. Clutter; constantly in the way, but, alas I am the one who consistently encouraged them to play. Arguments; constantly they've something to say, consistently I listen to them, though I don't debate. Interruptions; constantly they come to me, and when in need of hugs, consistently I'll be free. Constantly daunted by this task of raising three whole people, who are learning how to one day, live without me. Consistent Parenting will show, in their confidence and kindness. While their happy smiles make it  all worthwhile, helping my babies grow.

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President Obama’s brain initiative." The end goal of RAM(restoring-active-memory) is  to develop and test a wireless, fully implantable neural-interface medical device for human clinical use, but a number of significant advances will be targeted on the way to achieving that goal." " These studies will involve volunteers living with deficits in the encoding and/or retrieval of declarative memories and/or volunteers undergoing neurosurgery for other neurological conditions." "RAM is part of a broader portfolio of programs within DARPA that support President Obama’s brain initiative." For more info, check out... The Military Is Building Brain Chips to Treat PTSD MAY 28, 2014 BY PATRICK TUCKER The Defense Department is developing a new, mood-predicting brain chip to treat PTSD in soldiers. By Patrick Tucker Defense Department  / Technology  / Veterans  "Now the Pentagon is developing a new, innovative brain chip to treat PTSD in soldiers and ve

Yet knowing  how way leads on to way ,. I doubted if I should ever come back. - Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. As humans, we have the special capacity to imagine future scenarios, in order to prepare for them. This is what has allowed us to rise to the top of the food chain.  But the ability to foresee future problems only helps us if we are using this foresight to look far down to  "where it bent in the undergrowth, " to quote Frost again and then make a decision as to which path we prefer.  Choice, also known as free will- gives us the rare advantage of preventing future problems from ever happening. What happens when we become complacent, lazy, or too busy to look up and see where we're headed? A s one foot follows another we must be sure we're not simply letting ourselves fall in step with the people in front of us or we will find ourselves unwittingly dancing to some Pi'd Piper's tune, heading straight for a cliff. To be the Creators of our own

First comes Love, then comes Marriage, then comes having sex. Anyone who has sex, without the explicit intention and purpose to create a new life, is simply pretending that's not what the act was made for. No wonder scripture is so adamant about protecting the marriage bed. It's where we get to create life of our own. Making love; is our given moment in time, to bear witness and yield to the Universe's abundant and expansive creative energy. Where life that did not exist before, is suddenly sparked into existence by the mutual love shared between its parents and is carried until birth without anything more than the genetic coding it began with. I'm not sure it's possible to be in this sacred act of intercourse, without at least acknowledging the scope and breadth of what you're doing, even if it's only a split second, ["Did I remember to bring a condom? I don't need to have kid right now." "I wonder if he could be the guy for me? Did I t

The Pitiful Prostitution of the Single Mother LeAnne Love (c) 2015 This month was a close call. I paid rent twenty days late, receiving my second 72 hour notice.. I could have had my rent paid a week ago, when a long time woman friend of mine offered to ask her boyfriend about loaning me the money. Driving along, while  I listen  over my speakerphone, she lays out her proposition, "I think that if you me and Dave have a threesome, then I'll ask him to loan you the money, and he won't say no." I'm slack jawed. My driving companion seems less surprised and shrugs as if to say 'Well it's money.'  Just two weeks ago, a male friend of mine had texted me a picture. A crisp $100, laying on his bed. How nice, I guess he was short on the landscaping work I'd asked about, a year ago. I declined  both these offers, nevertheless, I am wondering now, if I were on TANF (welfare cash assistance), would I have to report such earnings? Is there a box for that

The Things we fuck up, and why do we do them? Out of what Great Fear do we set ourselves out for ruin? What began as self-undoing became complete destruction. Hell bent to destroy our deliberate constructions. Does the grief wrought to ourselves stand as a measure to our worthiness? Or stand countenance to the sturdiness of the common bonds we all seek? Why do we tear away at the things we hate? Wouldn't it be far saner to relate to all those fears bore down by others, as reflective to our inner state? The Love we feel is missing, is only the love we refuse to make. And before we beg a spirit 'Listen!' One must truly know what they're about to say.

MANDATUM MUTATIS MUTANDIS "We Command, Change as Needs to be Changed." ...a call to action.         In the twilight of this disillusionment, as we grasp for what may be left to salvage of the American dream, we find ourselves reaching out to our neighbors once more and though we still possess skilled hands and motivated spirits; hard times have fallen on the American people.  Isn't our workforce larger than ever? Hasn't our ability to cull our natural resources and refine them improved? Shouldn't this nation of hardworking, well-educated people be at her peak? With our children's peak  still yet to come? We hear the news and then overhear it again, through our social circles, telling us the reason for our economic downturn, low employment rates, homelessness, people going hungry right here on our American streets . We hear that it has something to do with a bubble, in the market, popping and costs rising, due to inflation...but, let me be the one, to pop

I had reached a point at the end of my rope, where I welcomed death, silence, oblivion. At this point of defeat, I realized, that should I die today, then what I 'would have' done didn't matter. It didn't matter if I failed, or if I saved the world. If the me I had known did not matter anymore, than what harm would it bring to go all out! Splash the world with all the great, and the menial, all the colorful ideas and ambitions, all the ridiculous and humorous insights- who the hell cares!  If I had died it would all be a loss anyhow. So, why not make life my game? Rearrange the board, skip spaces and recolor the squares. Far better than throwing the whole box in the trash. Death did come- to my ego, to my pride, to my 'show face' and 'proper place.' Dead. It's all meaningless. Now I choose to Love and Give-to give away and let go, holding tight, only, to what I find passion for.

THIS MOTHERFUCKING DEMON THAT'S SCREAMING IN MY HEAD MAKIN' ME WANT TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED BED. CRIPPLED AND CRUSHED UNDER THIS FEATHER LIGHT QUILT OF DISGUST, CONTEMPT & CORRUPT BEARING DOWN WITH INDECISION THIS INNER NUCLEAR COLLISION THE FISSION OF WHICH MAKES FOR A BITTER DISTASTE FOR LIFE THROWN IN MY FACE, MY FATE THESE LIES.