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When This is All We Know

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So here I am.

Not sure where to start, or if I even have. I’m trying to learn to open my mouth less, and by doing so, say more. “Don’t speak unless it improves on the silence” and all that.

It has had mixed success, really. I tend to be someone who plays with words, who dallies and experiments, meandering with meaning until I fall upon the right prose. I chew upon phrases, enjoying the taste of the perfect combination as they fall from my lips–as seldom as that may be. More common, far more often than I would enjoy, I simply embed my foot so firmly in my mouth that it takes months to extricate it, regardless of intention… all while simply searching for the right thing to say.

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7 Possible Outcomes of Visiting Japanese Hot Springs

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True confessions of memories that you just can’t scour clean.

We’re all guilty of getting naked. Even the most vigilant and stalwart among us eventually slip, removing their pants against their better cloth-clad judgment. The people of Japan are no different. In fact, they have even more opportunities for bare-boned “free”dom fighters to shed their slacks. I’m talking, of course, about Japanese hot springs, or Onsen, which can be a wonderful way to relax and woe away the stress of the world … up until the moment they turn on you … hard.

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Stepping on Both Shoes, So Neither Foot Gets Jealous

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‘Lo.

I am just going to go ahead right now and apologize for that weird title.  I am not really sure what i meant by it or where I was even going with it when it started to pour out of my mouth.  But like old cotton candy, sometimes you just gotta clean things out of your rust bucket.  Yuh nah mean?

It comes to my attention that I haven’t written in this free-flowing form in several years.  A three year span to be exact.  Do you know that is the length of time it takes a scorpion to fully mature?  The last time I wrote on this thing, there were a bunch of eggs, or cocoons, or laser-beams, or love clouds, or whatever it is that scorpions utilize to gestate, lying about, just about ready to spit forth a bunch of six legged buggers into this world.  Now usually, the ideas of babies brings a smile to your ear and a twinkle to an old fellow’s face, but in this case, in the case of tiny, terrifying little scorpion hell-spawn, we can all agree that cute is not exactly an appropriate word to describe them.  Baby Panda, cute as a sack of marbles.  Baby Hippo, fat and squeeze-worthy, like cotton balls.  See a baby octopus, probably cute.  That one is hypothetical, because I have never seen a baby octopus, but I’d imagine it might look bearable.

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