Author: Professor Freeman
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The Cavemen Win
I’ve just been consenting to anythingto have someone see me and my whole truthAll I wanted was for someone to love meto see all of my flaws, know all my blisters, scarsand still hug me
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Point of No Return
I must be wicked. there’s memory here haunting and sure goodness is not my only nature secrets we cannot speak ignited instead between scratches of ink This devastating impulse to destroy myself. wild imaginations from tip of every stroke such maddening concessions! a wizard’s confessions, petroleum on dry pages and scratches of ink spark fires, blazes. Burning notes. Burning…
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End of Another Love Affair
I noticed that among a group of a billion people. I stand alone and I stand apart and not always for my grace. Do you ever feel that way? I’m sure this must be what it means to be a person. Half in and half out of darkness and shadow. I don’t know why I…
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short reflection on fugitivity
I have been fighting and struggling for liberty and I am not yet free. I am struggling for liberty and expected death but am still alive.
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A Time Traveler’s Path to Finding Fulfillment
I’m going to let you in on a secret. I’m a time traveler. Yep. A time traveler! I’m not sure if this was something I had always been able to do or if the ability was something that is recent in my development. I know for sure this ability began noticeably manifesting near the end…
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Loving Myself and Healing in the Pursuit of Happiness
“There’s a difference between having a lack of self-awareness versus being introspective and thoughtfully navigating relationships with care, compassion and consistency.”
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Freedom, Cut Me Loose
In a meritocracy, the established values and institutional functioning is based on one’s merit, abilities and personal talents or ‘winning’ characteristics. In this type of governing society those who offer abilities of greatest value have access to greater opportunity, status and social positions. The operations of a meritocratic system may evidently influence several dimensions of…
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Untitled #4
content, uncomfortable complicated strange and familiar men stare; eyes mirrors of my own gaze sweeping the dance floor, desire arranged as stepping stones limp wrists guiding our touch hands pressed breath on my breath promising ecstasy in my surrender
