The Ragpicker's Dream...

I appear to be a little lost in this little life of mine - somewhere in-between finding who i am and justifying who i already claim to be. My heart and my soul are tired these days and i need rest: music is the only place i seem to find it. On this page i have pictures of people and things which have both inspired and moved me. I am constantly seeking the beauty in different sounds and images. Generally this page is music oriented, but i also try and speak openly on things that are occupying my mind. Take care in reading too much into them though..... Ask Me Something...

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There's this really great bit in the west wing, where Charley is pining as to why his girlfriend is not paying enough attention etc to him...and it's highlighted that perhaps of all the people in her life, he should be trying instead to be the least complicated one without conditions...where the world may be bad, but he shouldnt be the one causing angst. Hard to live up to in reality. Feeling needed, but also not pushing your neediness. 

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It has been a while since i posted on here...i don't know why the hiatus.

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I love how much my family love you. It seems strange, but they've welcomed you with an openness that is to me abnormal for us. That's an awesome thing...not sure if you know it, or rather how it can be. The (soon to be haha) sister in law says that it took her the last few years to feel comfortable and welcome, or allowed to feel as though we like her enough. That is our fault and failing though...as she makes him happy. You took one introduction to the family and they love you... Probably because they realise a similar to his, but harder to reach reality of mine...you make me happy.

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Talk to me for hours please. I hate being constrained by meager things like time.

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Have joined a wine club that focuses on small wineries. Short story is, i get wine in the mail...which is the best kind of mail.

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"Mom, wherever there’s a cop beatin’ a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there’s a fight ‘gainst the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom I’ll be there. Wherever there’s somebody fightin’ for a place to stand Or decent job or a helpin’ hand Wherever somebody’s strugglin’ to be free Look in their eyes Mom you’ll see me.”

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