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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): "I feel like a pancake,"

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. I feel like a pancake,". Said the girl with the yellow Taylor shirt sitting in the Union, alone among 39 people. She had been cracked open, sifted, stirred, beaten, poured out. And after it all she lay in a frying pan, sizzling with anxiety, flattened by cares, prepared for consumption. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Older sayings of the Rose. Hannah has found a deep dissatisfaction with the c. Jesus with Mud On.

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): 01.2009

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. And thus, after only 5 pages of reading, Hannah took a break from homework. I was reading the chapter on Creation in  A Faith for All Seasons. For my Historic Christian Belief class tomorrow and came upon this phrase that made me think. I'll put it in context for you. Can you guess the sentence? But God needs nothing outside of himself in order to be completely happy with who he is." Can you guess what phrase? When y...

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): HORRIBLE, horrible stressful dream!

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. HORRIBLE, horrible stressful dream! I was so glad to wake up. It started out with a showing of Peter Pan, with Peter Keuhl and some girl, and they were flying around between these buildings, and I actually had a seat out there too, which was held up like a swing by fishing line (and I couldn't get it to stop swinging at one point but Mark Koh helped me). Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Older sayings of the Rose.

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): "How are you?"

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. I used to be annoyed with this question, just because it's usually asked in passing and not really considerately. I don't really mind now. What I do mind is my own response to it. Here are some of my recent responses to "How are you? It's cold and rainy. (=bad). I got two extra hours of sleep! I'm so busy. (=bad). Why have I decided that how I am doing is circumstantial? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): 04.2009

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. But i keep watching them try. Their bodies as sails. What is it inside the human soul that becomes so depraved and so twisted, that the pain and demise of another becomes inspiring? What baseness have we achieved? They diagnose this sadism. They may call it a disorder. I'm apt to call it sin. How could I be like that? Who is that constant self I see vaguely beneath? In my heart I still find this deepest fire, this st...

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): Worm.

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. A melodramatic tale of sorrow and of woe. Abysmal dark, pouring rain. The cold and biting water arrows sting my face and I strain to see in front of me. It hurts too much. Blasted Indiana spring, the worms are out again. Adventurous and desperate, they brave the perilous sidewalk to escape their drowning homes of earth. But in the morning the rain has collected in residual pools, small and stagnant. Drowned worms...

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): Metamorphosis in May

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. Cast down by the wiles of some capricious goddess. He lay just beyond the glass. I could not touch him. Only watch as he struggled. Spindly appendages stretching for the windowsill. Even when he could reach it, his levers were inadequate. Just allowing the other legs to have a go. The ball's in your court now. A sparrow played behind him. A young thing, I imagined. Whose movements now seemed so lethargic. Mercy Comes...

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): War and Peace

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. What is it inside the human soul that becomes so depraved and so twisted, that the pain and demise of another becomes inspiring? What baseness have we achieved? They diagnose this sadism. They may call it a disorder. I'm apt to call it sin. How could I be like that? I can't have changed that drastically. Who am I, under all the fluctuation and the trappings of flesh? Who is that constant self I see vaguely beneath?

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to stop and smell the roses (has moved): a thought.

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To stop and smell the roses (has moved). Hannah rose is now at hashamayim.wordpress.com. I think i would like to be an eccentric poet when i grow up. Only understood by three others. My husband one of them. If this were so, i wouldn't mind that all the rest stared at me. What a queer one she is. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Older sayings of the Rose. Hannah has found a deep dissatisfaction with the c. I feel like a pancake,. Slowww.w.w.w.w.w.w. Jesus with Mud On. View my complete profile.