" all signs point to awesome "

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you're looking through the green curtain, through the veils, through the disbelief in all the things you want to accomplish but have the fear sitting on your chest like a spear straight through the heart.

looking, peering, and noticing that the supposed briars and brambles are in your mind. you create your barriers, and you create the keys to walk through them.

everything is perfect for a proper de-shackling. the sun is out, the birds are singing, flowers are in bloom, and somewhere all that untapped potential is ready to expand.

tonight's homework:

give yourself a break, and do dat ish right.

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" boom sha-clack "

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it's about that time for that get outta my way, do not doubt me, outside the lines ish. the city is beginning to heat up, and i'm gearing up for a creative push.

gonna revamp some stuff, gonna update some stuff, gonna focus in, refine, produce up, and output out. keep me on point, keep me in check.

it's about to get real personal deadlines in a hot sec, and i need my collaborators to rally. there's no stopping time, but i can can now ramp up stopping procrastination and complacency. it's gonna get messy in the best ways.

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" graduated nostalgia "

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and we always seem to find ourselves here in this place, longing for a home far away. we miss there when we're here, and here when we're there. endless longing for a time fleeting, for a place in transition, for a life already lived.

to sense these shifts and be present in the current moment or location, fuels this nostalgia. and what do we do to recreate those distant happinesses, experiences, meals, lifestyles? can we get as close to a time machine as much as possible, or is it all moot?

but still we feel the pull for the known past in the wake of an unknown future. while not entirely blissfully at unawares, we still retain that level of bliss. to know that the world around us, and the endless possibility of going to those myriad of desired destinations.

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" seasonal dimentia "

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i mean, c'mon springtime. a few rain showers, a blush of oddly-timed blossoms, and i'm supposed to swoon?

i want sentiment, not just broad strokes. give me a sign that i'm wrong and i'll walk on. this pee pee dance back and forth between chilly windswept overcast and searing sunbeam with patches of cloud-cover is very disheartening.

i believe i am uninterested and remain unimpressed.

you tried your very best, and with a week and some change to go, it may be time to give it your all, or let summer step in and usher you off stage.

in any case, looking forward to what flavor of beauty may possibly be bestowed.

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 you catch it in glimpses and shadows fleeting, behind thin veils swaying in a breeze, in snippets of conversation, and in the crash and fury of seaspray upon dense craggy rocks. 
 a whisper of inspiration, a single word of hope, a bellow of confidence, a melody of i am here i am here do you not yet see? 
 there’s no shame in knowing what you want, and not know how to attain it. why else do we step forward? 
 i don’t mind to keep searching for as long as it takes. it’s all out there, just beyond the periphery. 
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you catch it in glimpses and shadows fleeting, behind thin veils swaying in a breeze, in snippets of conversation, and in the crash and fury of seaspray upon dense craggy rocks.

a whisper of inspiration, a single word of hope, a bellow of confidence, a melody of i am here i am here do you not yet see?

there’s no shame in knowing what you want, and not know how to attain it. why else do we step forward?

i don’t mind to keep searching for as long as it takes. it’s all out there, just beyond the periphery.

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i mean, for serious though, one of the best nights. so simple and so rewarding!

a friend of mine wrote a dope article about a minority group of german settlers in what is now slovenia, whose descendents have also settled in ridgewood, queens.

if you have an interest in the tight-knit power of community, memory & tradition, and how a bar/restaurant can also be a community center, dancehall, and beacon of hope, please peep it out.

we were invited to join her to just experience the place, but we ended up discovering the charm, camaraderie, delicious foods, frosty beers, the magnetic allure of furiously proud & cheerful accordion polka playing/singing, and the beautiful timelessness of a well-loved half-lit dancefloor.

and a surprise KRAMPUSNAUCHT! whaaaa? horrifying! terrifying! sublime glee! it was pure magic in a true sense.

so thank yo so much, and big ups to you my peeps, lynette chiu, for sharing with us something singular and memorable.

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reference for the article:

"a kingdom in queens"

lynettechiu.com

gottscheer hall - “good food, good cheer, good friends!”

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