KZ Writes Good
The internet is a huge bathroom wall, and any halfwit with a keyboard and a connection has an opportunity to scrawl on it. Take me, for instance. My name is KZ. For a good time, come find me at Prosaic Shades of Gray.
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Inside Thoughts
December 7, 2010 // 22 Comments -
"Abbott & Costello" Ain't Got Nothing on "Dawn & KZ"
October 8, 2010 // 20 Comments -
Songs for Sale
March 8, 2003 // 17 Comments -
Winning Without Trying
November 3, 2010 // 16 Comments -
Casanova KZ
December 3, 2008 // 13 Comments
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At the Risk of Drawing Attention to Myself...
May 7, 2012 // 2 Comments -
The Answer (Conversation with God Continued)
April 20, 2012 // 2 Comments -
Weapons of Jazz Destruction
March 20, 2012 // 6 Comments -
Good Night, Gentle Dreamers
March 14, 2012 // 3 Comments -
The Conundrum of Human Empathy
March 12, 2012 // 3 Comments
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May 12, 2012
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Everything everybody does can be considered mundan ...
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My avatar sure is creepy looking.
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It seems ironic that you think this piece has neve ...
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Since you insist. Killjoy. Grump. God, it f ...
May 7, 2012
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Full Circle (Yet Again)
With so many things in life that are perpetually changing, it’s surprising when you rediscover something that never seems to change, no matter how many times you accidentally stumble upon it and toss it aside. Robert Frost laments that “nothing gold can stay,” and I’ve always been inclined to believe him. I still believe the sentiment, because the cynic in me has grown strong. But then there are moments in life that are so infused with meaning or significance or passion or a sense of providence—or even a combination of it all—that compel me to reconsider things. Is there such a thing as destiny? Are we really entitled to (or have been forced to endure) past and future lives? Are soul mates more than mere plot devices in clichéd romance novels? I’d love to believe in all of those things and to understand the meaning behind them. At times, a foolish part of me almost thinks it can. If only the world were as enchanted as we wished it were in our hearts. If only.
