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Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!

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quote of the day

  • "Moral of the story: Do not look at the gap. The gap is the mind-killer. Remember how Wile E. Coyote never fell down until he saw the chasm? It’s just like that." --Taylor "Tei" Lindstrom, Rogue Ink

dumbass quote

  • "I think we have come to find out that the Education system, run by Liberal Hippies that really couldn't find any other job that allowed them so much time off, the ability to do drugs, and to spout their rhetoric is alive and well. It is teaching out kids things like 'Abortion is Good,' 'Government is Bad.' We have educators that, for the most part, don't teach to the subject, they teach to their beliefs. It is really sad, and even sadder when you see highly intelligent children buying into it." --Kelli

kids say...

  • Jacob: "I need to operate on my frog, but first he needs some amnesia."

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Copyright © 2004-2004 Kerrie Lee. All rights reserved.

Hey, I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it!

June 14, 2004

No, I’m not a poet. But I do believe in trying. I wrote this five years ago when I gave into my heart’s desire for the upteenth time. I still use it to remind myself of my dreams when I’m feeling self-doubt.

A child saw beauty and magick in all things.
One with her Imagination, she was Happy.
But as all things must grow and change, so did she.
She locked her Imagination away, as she told herself she must do.
Childhood dreams became memories. Then wishes. Then Nothing.
But her Imagination was restless, confined to a lonely prison inside her heart.
It longed to breathe again. It longed to live.
One day, it cried so loudly, the woman heard it.
Sights and sounds stirred memories of past.
She started to remember.
Her senses were awakened and the world around her changed.
She heard laughter in the water and saw shapes in the clouds.
The wind whispered secrets and the flowers smiled.
And the woman smiled.
She flung her arms out around her, spinning and twirling.
Her Imagination was once again Happy.
And she was Happy.

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It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.

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