# 11:

Seek questions, not answers.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Holding On

What can we hold onto?
When everything changes,
When everything passes,
When the years recreate who we are,
Sometimes lifting us,
Sometimes tearing us apart.

O love,
The clichéd word so easily pronounced,
The greeting card verse
Spoken without feeling,
O love,
If kept alive and breathing . . .

There is so much to love in this world.
Even when you are old and confined
You can love a memory.
Even when memories fall away
You can love an idea.
Even when cognition falters,
When fear invades,
When the dark idea of godless death threatens,
Believe!

Hold onto love,
However untranslatable it may seem.
Love will persist.
You will be saved.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Sharon Pruitt ~ Pink Sherbet Photography
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# 12:

When you don’t have enough to eat, you treasure every bite.

Only the poor understand how lucky the rest of us are.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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In A Perfect World

I n a perfect world,

there would be no need for emulsification.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 74:

Enlightenment comes from removing the barriers you have erected to what is already here, what has always been here.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Heh, Heh, Heh

L aura was breathing harder now, her head resting against George’s shoulder as they sat in his pickup truck at the drive-in movie. It was a long movie and she had been up since the crack of dawn. She was asleep.

"Looks like you managed to cut off our only escape route,” Princess Leia tongue-lashed the handsomely handsome Han Solo.

“Maybe you’d like it back in your cell, your highness!” Han rhetoricated mockingly.

“Aaugh!” Laura screamed, awakening to the sound of laser fire pontooning from the small metal speaker box hooked on the passenger side window.

“Laura, what’s wrong?”

“Oh George, I just had the most frightening dream of my life. I dreamed you were president and I was First Lady and a band of bearded evildoers blew up New York City!”

“Heh, heh, heh,” George spontaneously chuckled, draining his fourth Budweiser. “Heh, heh, heh. That’ll be the day.”

~ Story & photo morph by Russ Allison Loar
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The End

There was a blinding surge of light.

I didn’t even have time to pray.

~ Text & artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Leaving Home

It's not the holding of his hand,
but the pulling of his arm that makes a boy leave home.




~ Words and photograph by Russ Allison Loar
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# 71:

Truth is eternal and cannot be changed by the interpretations of people.

No one owns the truth.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Brush Your Teeth!

Brush your teeth
Good and well
Cause if you don’t
You’ll burn in hell.









~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photo by Cathy Keifer
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