She resurrected the dead so that they would battle and die again the next day.

Hello World.

I feel silly! So silly, and crazy, and cuckoo for Coco-puffs!

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It's a dog eat dog world!

My muses told me that I'm too nice. "If you don't learn to bitch people out, you'll be taken advantage of. It's the bitches and bastards that stand up and fight of their rights that get what they want."

And all these times, I thought that if you are nice to people, people with reciprocate, and be nice to you.

What is the world coming to?

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Ask, and you shall receive.

It's a simple idea, really. If you need something, ask for it. People may feel charitable and lend a hand. Or people may feel obligated and have no choice but to get involved. Not so simple now, is it?

How about observe and offer? If you care about something, you give that something your attention. You observe it. If it needs help and you feel that you can, offer the help. You do it because you care, because you want to. Now, does that not sound so much more caring?

Will we receive without ever asking? I'm just curious.

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Usually reality invaded dream, but sometimes, dream invaded reality.

A gypsy-looking lady sitting under the star-sprinkled sky smiled at me with an incomplete set of crooked teeth. "You have an old soul, deary." She said.

"What?"

"You have journeyed through many lives. Do not let your gift lie fallow. You must let it out."

"What gift?"

"It's in here." She tapped her finger on her forehead. "Let it out. It will do no harm because you will not allow it to. "
"What?"

She clucked her tongue in annoyance. "Forget it. You're not awake. In due time, then."

"Huh?"

"You'll see." She looked into my eyes. I stared back at her. (Ain't no homeless lady is going to stare me down.) After a long pause, she muttered something that sounds like "Rare gift." or maybe it was "Bull shit"?

Then, she stalked off and I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming. Mister Gentle blew hot air through his nose and pushed at me as if to say, "Let's go home."

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Black cat, white cat.

White cat darted cross my path, two nights in a row - in two different cities, many miles apart. Surely, it must be two different cats, both fluffy white. I called that strange.

Searched the web, some said it's good luck and some said it's bad. I guess it all even out in the end.