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Make an exception Monday, May 11 |

We want to see the worse in people. Because maybe then, we'll have a just cause for our cynicism. But, there's always that one individual that defies all our preconceived notions about life and "reality", and we're forced to pause and rethink our theories. That exception, that legend of hope that shows its glorious face in the simple kindness of a humble soul.

Maybe our outlook is a little bleak. Maybe it's tainted by bitterness and hurt from the past.

And with this newfound perspective, we crawl out of our minute, dark boxes and see the world for what it really is. When this happens, the exception becomes a rule.

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2 A.M. Monday, May 4 |

These wide eyes
Aren't seeing
And if you only listened
You'd whisper
Grasping at ghosts

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The old is better Sunday, April 19 |

The Vintage Volume is back to it's former template. I got tired of screwing around with the previous one, it's vintage background isn't worth the endless tweaking.

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Then lie awake |

It's a whisper in the air, when the soft glow of the moon wafts over my trembling eyelids. It colors my sunsets gray, and chills my reason; when idle thoughts drift lazily through a hazy mind.

Sleep, my child. Sleep is for the dead.

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Stay tuned! (But if you switch the channel, I won't blame you) Sunday, April 12 |

A lack of updates means I'm busy with life, right? At least that's the believable excuse that's popular these days; but really, I'm just lazy.
I've been thinking of starting a weekly posting schedule, a weekly column, if you will. The reason you haven't seen this yet is because I'm not sure that I'll be able to commit to that, but it's still a great thought and I hope I'll be able to convince myself.

Who the heck has time for these things anyway?

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Now this is Vintage Tuesday, March 17 |

New template up, needs some tweaks. There's a few elements that I really don't like but I hope to change them soon. I still wish I knew how to build a snazzy website from scratch, but I don't have the time to learn. This'll do for now.

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From the inside out Monday, March 16 |

I was going over my drafts and editing all sorts of prose and free verse when a thought hit me: people liked this blog better when I was "emo". When I spilt guts. When I let 'em have it. When my thoughts weren't secret and my feelings were all over the goddamn place. I think I lost most of my readership when I decided to take a break from passionate postings. Hell, it's all still here, I just don't feel like posting it. But maybe that'll change. I'm sure there's a compromise to be found. I just got sloppy; I needed a break.

Recently I found myself rewriting my novelette "My Dear Child". In between completely rewriting the ending and adding more introspective dialogue, it dawned on me: I had forgotten how good it felt to lay down a little of myself into emotive, concise sentences. I've been writing/editing in bits and pieces, and every second of it is a joy.

I found my muse again. Or rather, she found me.

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Que? Saturday, March 7 |

Nothing I have to say comes out longer than 140 words, so I guess my Twitter is taking over as my preferred means of communication. Even then, it's quite empty.

Goshdarn I'm ashamed.

Goshdarn? The **** is wrong with my vocabulary?

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about the author

Eman Belanger has always had a passion for writing, and began blogging in late 2004. He is 20 years of age and currently resides in Toronto. He is a proud member of The Family International. He enjoys playing guitar and bass, taking long walks, and providing impromptu entertainment, among other things. He endeavors to write the best way he knows how; from deep inside himself, from his experiences and the things he learned from them. As a side note, he finds it amusing to have written this in the third person.

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