tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54204022339664911022024-03-06T00:29:50.842-05:00Seriously SillyA place to put things currently in my head that need consideration and feedbackSillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-73801209711538160612010-11-09T14:01:00.000-05:002010-11-09T14:01:55.972-05:00Dexter!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITM-cLv8A5jcCXTwylsXy-eAml_cfX0HuD3SgPYYqw7pssFJzuZqMGA_kn0Ti66dPRiMlR1KPrMvLL6uQXE3OLvyHoyhYaxOBhhiO3qQ-9O57XTvLBvUfN65DmwuTgHYCX9Dds7QnEjg/s1600/Dex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhITM-cLv8A5jcCXTwylsXy-eAml_cfX0HuD3SgPYYqw7pssFJzuZqMGA_kn0Ti66dPRiMlR1KPrMvLL6uQXE3OLvyHoyhYaxOBhhiO3qQ-9O57XTvLBvUfN65DmwuTgHYCX9Dds7QnEjg/s320/Dex.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This is DexterSillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-52012284668053058652010-11-09T11:18:00.000-05:002010-11-09T11:18:58.951-05:00An OK dayToday is an OK day. My head is in a good place which leads to me being a bit more productive at work (a good thing)<br />
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Actually have some killers tunes spinning madly. Grateful Dead 4/26/72 Jarhundert Hall, Germany. I haven't had much desire to listen to music lately, but today it feels really good.Sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-67228620398782827322010-11-08T16:58:00.002-05:002010-11-08T17:02:08.131-05:00Me then...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKORC0kSpyqq1s4DmBZSabiAeu3PyvZjd_bP9JpZFWzcqPey7utji2OpUwUuoontiD9SYR7rkuOYL5t_iWQVK-1m5fFqEjdLw8_9q39IvLg_MfwIHspMgrgpZAZkZmUeMvpnXdHbUCK7U/s1600/shane7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKORC0kSpyqq1s4DmBZSabiAeu3PyvZjd_bP9JpZFWzcqPey7utji2OpUwUuoontiD9SYR7rkuOYL5t_iWQVK-1m5fFqEjdLw8_9q39IvLg_MfwIHspMgrgpZAZkZmUeMvpnXdHbUCK7U/s320/shane7.JPG" width="228" /></a></div>That's me when I was a kid ... those eyes were weary and tired. That smile was hiding something awful.Sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-65664535105700136152010-11-08T15:49:00.003-05:002010-11-08T17:01:31.144-05:00Me now...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG3NzlNbiBAjaJr35r2i-Dw4cdZBVDN5PVO3aGgOs3p9cB8morHphQbOGg4DQqgVGNDZmboFg_KMRIwSZVWnSqvENkXaiBZwG36yyLUwWAbceX0oA-HltlNHdzCTPTvbQ7njcmzjv_SeQ/s1600/menow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG3NzlNbiBAjaJr35r2i-Dw4cdZBVDN5PVO3aGgOs3p9cB8morHphQbOGg4DQqgVGNDZmboFg_KMRIwSZVWnSqvENkXaiBZwG36yyLUwWAbceX0oA-HltlNHdzCTPTvbQ7njcmzjv_SeQ/s320/menow.jpg" width="183" /></a></div>A recent pic of me on the beach from a weekend getaway with 7 friends.Sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-8478847727548447462010-11-08T13:30:00.002-05:002010-11-08T13:30:40.602-05:00Abandoned<div id="body0">I am abandoned <br />
A fleeting memory…images like papers in the wind I try to grab<br />
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I am discarded<br />
Like yesterdays gossip stacked in the corner to molder away<br />
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I am forgotten<br />
An ethereal specter…vitreous matter in the corners of my vision<br />
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I am forlorn<br />
The statue of a child weathered in a patina of tears<br />
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I am silent<br />
A scream on torn chords shouted at deaf ears<br />
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I am broken<br />
Used by all the kings’ men…not to be mended and happy again<br />
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I am worthless<br />
A seed that should have been spent in the dirt<br />
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I am nothing<br />
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I am abandoned<br />
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I am Shane</div>Sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-49630817030483568322010-11-03T12:47:00.000-04:002010-11-03T12:47:47.586-04:00A little anxious...Two things happen this week...I start EMDR therapy on Thursday and I will be on the Oprah Winfrey Show of Friday. I don't know how to feel about it...oh wellSillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420402233966491102.post-53737290875007882902010-11-02T17:34:00.001-04:002010-11-02T17:48:54.035-04:00Perhaps the first of many...This is my first stab at a blog. I am unsure of what happens from here. We'll just have to believe that the road goes somewhere...Sillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277356962070209738noreply@blogger.com0