Having looked back upon old interactions, and trying to fathom some relevance to the present state, there is the suggestion of the development of a new (personal) mythology--once referenced in song, as the building of a mystery. Formerly, in a single instance, the first initial was interpreted not as name but as Creator, an identity which at the ( Read more... )

...What's with the advertisements?

i think i've come down with pneumonia. i can begin to see the faint outline of a brilliant white light, the noise of detuned harps. don't be sad for me when i go, it's what i've wanted for a long time. sweet relief from an all-too-torturous world. i'm going to slit my cat's throat at the moment of my last breath so i can take her with me--apologies ( Read more... )

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thank you little one, little CAPSULE keeping me awake toooo-night i might have forgotten to WORRY as i laid my head, head down but you're ---always there for me! to put my sights back aw-haw-on back ---on the great DISGUST ( Read more... )

o you sick emotions, poisoners and defilers. come upon me once again to sink needy teeth into whatever good may come along. you're the king of complication, it's always a matter of turning it around to your own gaping holes, what you require or think you require to fill them in, the satisfaction and completeness you cannot reach on your own. and ( Read more... )

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it is not enough to read Hesse
and drink clam chowder.
we must have the answers. -anne sexton

i must, before i die, find some way to say the essential thing that is in me, that i have never said yet--a thing that is not love or hate or pity or scorn, but the very breath of life, fierce and coming from far away, bringing into human life the ( Read more... )

he pens an update-- dear diary, i got busted for drunk driving--the print renews with the best of all possible news in the best of all possible worlds--14 hours in a holding cell, trying to sleep away cognisance of my situation on a wonderful concrete slab (curiously the man locked up across from me has a cushioned mat, he of the assistive-parent- ( Read more... )

THE woods of Arcady are dead ( Read more... )