Tecopa Hot springs Road
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Friday, January 25, 2013
On the 25th of january, 2013, a fire broke out in a home in Monrovia.
The fire was attributed to faulty wiring in a closet. The homeowner was out looking for her dog when the blaze broke out and thankfully was not harmed.
Monrovia Fire Chief Christopher Donovan said a preliminary investigation determined that the fire was caused by an electrical issue in a closet. The house was a complete loss and he estimated the damage at $250,000.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Finealy!!! the perfect mix of angst and serenity that provide as the muse for my ever needed release of words and feelings into the seemingly endless space and sometimes pointed nothing.
the pit in my stomach tells me that change is happening and it is welcomed, provided that i can hold the nothing at bay.
My hurts have hurt and taken opportunity and time where little of each exists. the much isulionary time that is constantly changing pace and presents to accommodate its own selfish end. along with healing scars from the past, it brings about entirely new wounds.
The nothing is rising and falling like the moon in the clouds. I scare it away, and then prepare to jump headlong into it. I know what it is, I've experienced it before. The fear of it is manageable although undesirable.
And then with some wise words, light is shown into the darkness. the nothing is reviled. entirely, or partly of my own making, it seems so small, when it's not up close. A puny midget of a fear, that loomed gigantic over my ever waking moment.
Just a few words that gave me the power to wage battle with my self, instead of the windmills i had been fighting, and realize Dulcinea need not be saved.
It's taken more then rain to wash thees sins. but they fall one by one.
the pit in my stomach tells me that change is happening and it is welcomed, provided that i can hold the nothing at bay.
My hurts have hurt and taken opportunity and time where little of each exists. the much isulionary time that is constantly changing pace and presents to accommodate its own selfish end. along with healing scars from the past, it brings about entirely new wounds.
The nothing is rising and falling like the moon in the clouds. I scare it away, and then prepare to jump headlong into it. I know what it is, I've experienced it before. The fear of it is manageable although undesirable.
And then with some wise words, light is shown into the darkness. the nothing is reviled. entirely, or partly of my own making, it seems so small, when it's not up close. A puny midget of a fear, that loomed gigantic over my ever waking moment.
Just a few words that gave me the power to wage battle with my self, instead of the windmills i had been fighting, and realize Dulcinea need not be saved.
It's taken more then rain to wash thees sins. but they fall one by one.
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