Random Observation #523,019
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Messenger of Love, Being In Love With the Idea Of, and Masculinity
Of Messenger of Love
I’ve always been fascinated with people valuing the messenger over the message…
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A Short Story Starring Me
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I went home for lunch today and on my way down, I’m on the 25th floor, the elevator stops on the 23rd. There was a woman waiting, standing and talking when the doors opened (but not getting on)… and as the doors start to close she approaches, I do the fake reach to stop the doors from closing and she hops on…
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I’m having déjà vu and amnesia at the same time— I think I’ve written this before. Maybe it was a conversation with one of the two of you who read my blog?
Of Attractiveness
The other night I celebrated with a friend on her birthday, there were three of us— It was small and intimate. A week prior I got F.R.E.S.H. with a full haircut to celebrate another friend on her birthday. Due to timing and a need to ‘stay ready,’ I got a ‘fresh up (hair and beard line up) for the weeks’ end activities.
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Random Observation … about nothing, yet everything
Giving a genuine, kind compliment
I believe I talked this into reality because it was a matter of conversation over the weekend. After my morning workout I stopped by Tradarius Jenkins to grab some essentials. After I parked and made my way to the door I notice a woman putting bags in her car—
Read MoreA Rarefied Gaze
/Arrived early to work this am, the streets were blocked with crowds of living souls walking purposefully. I detoured, approached the west side of my building. Fire trucks, however no flames or smoke … a fire drill. I park and exit the miracle whip. As I’m heading inside I catch the gaze of a woman in red. Red; passion, energy and action has always been my favorite color. I was drawn to it and then to her face. I lower my head to look down at my cell [because of something important] so that she wouldn’t notice me noticing her noticing me. I raise my head and I see our reflections in the mirrored glass. Perfect. She wasn’t looking at me she was looking at her own self.
Brian TramueL
After the Hurricane
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“Chaos is often something we attract rather than run into by chance”
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