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From time to time I think about quitting my job. The first time I think about quitting is the moment I clock in to work, and the second time I think about quitting is one second later.

2019/10/162019/10/16 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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My heart pours forth, and if you pour a fifth, we can both drink and be merry.

2019/09/072019/09/07 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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Our love is timeless, like a broken watch. Our relationship is like 3:33 24/7/365, and that’s why it feels so complete.

2019/09/062019/09/06 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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If I could live anywhere, I’d live here, in this moment, with you.

2019/09/022019/09/02 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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Sometimes I stand outside in the summer breeze and close my eyes, imagining it’s your warm breath rushing over my skin, and in these moments I am clothed in Love, which never goes out of style.

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Our love doesn’t belong to me, and our love doesn’t belong to you. Our love belongs to The Future.

2019/04/08 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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Politics is wasted passion, like sports. Just a diversion. I can’t control what the globalist puppets do in Washington DC, but I might be able to influence the quality of life at the local level. The only vote that counts is what you choose to purchase, and from whom.

2019/01/302019/01/30 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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Your mouth can say the words I love you, but it’s your lips in your kiss that confirms the truth of your heart.

2018/12/172018/12/17 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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The ink that writes our Love Story is the blood that flows through our hearts, like flowers liquified and pulsing upward toward the light.

2018/12/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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Love flutters like a butterfly, and it grows like a floating rose.

2018/12/152018/12/15 jarodkintz1Leave a comment

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