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who i am and who i became are two different things

so i thought i’d sit and think - stream of conscience - con science, con

he thinks i am irrational because he overly under-rations

blue eyes behind a bulbous nose means clive owen types should go into into an acting career

the tv hawks green squiggly lines while you go buy ice cream with real money

can anybody tell stories like you anymore-  I can’t hear what they‘re saying because you are not here to make my voice real...........

i like that a blue whale of suspicious origin is stuck in my harbor. Did you know all the people gathered round? what a laugh for me and whale, Ha! but we were both crying  

ok so like they are saying (No,not saying ‘give peace a chance‘) but that... Marijuana is a crime - “if it is legalized then the youth will be more ‘DIVORCED from reason‘“. -  yeah. like oxycotten, percasett, vicoden are not they the children of d-i-v-o-r-c-e - there is/are so many/much stuff out there . mj is an herb for g’s sake. Really. adult judicial guardian angel godly brother sister parent family village ;? pharmaceuticals? no. riss xo , its the same thing - the response of the individual to the Incredible Calamity. (Being Alive.)

the floor squeaks above me and i’m surprised - in a happy sort of way.  

most every day is a day (monday, tuesday, wednesday, etc)

He says, “Why are you up?”  and I say, “So that I am not down.” or “Cause I’m still here.”

The clock keeps ticking. The dog keeps scratching. I ponder the value of silence.

Your writing takes all my illusion of smiling away so quickly that i am so still smiling because i have read the story and I am still smiling

Tai chatted with me - made me wonder about his story - the one told vs. the one written

I would love to be able to love . wouldn’t you?

RWE said, you need no permission to love.
but he was friends with Thoreau, which makes one a suspect.  

yeah and RWE rocks like a big rrrock

II Self-Reliance
“Ne te quaesiveris extra.”  

ESSAY II Self-Reliance
I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional. The soul always hears an admonition in such lines, let the subject be what it may. The sentiment they instill is of more value than any thought they may contain. To believe your own thought, to believe that what is true for you in your private heart is true for all men, - that is genius. Speak your latent conviction, and it shall be the universal sense; for the inmost in due time becomes the outmost,--- and our first thought is rendered back to us by the trumpets of the Last Judgment. Familiar as the voice of the mind is to each, the highest merit we ascribe to Moses, Plato, and Milton is, that they set at naught books and traditions, and spoke not what men but what they thought. A man should learn to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought, because it is his. In every work of genius we recognize our own rejected thoughts: they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty. Great works of art have no more affecting lesson for us than this. They teach us to abide by our spontaneous impression with good-humored inflexibility then most when the whole cry of voices is on the other side. Else, to-morrow a stranger will say with masterly good sense precisely what we have thought and felt all the time, and we shall be forced to take with shame our own opinion from another.  



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