I am considering a new posistion on life, or least how I came to move through it. I sometimes feel that life is nothing more than this black soup that our good thoughts, our love and our happiness irradicate leaving the peaceful hope of something new and pure to come. Tonight for instance, I know dark forces shall be at work here, I have confront the cast of demons from my past yet I know that I am going to be victorious I have no other choice, or at least the choice I am left with is that of giving in to this black soup. A long time ago, I wrote about dylan thomas, and the rage against the dying of the light. I now live those words. I have been all but consumed by this place, and I know it, I have a couple of people that keep me from jumping into the abyss and I have others that push into that abyss, you have to love balance and harmony. Two concepts I wish I could experience on a molecular level. All is not right here, and I am tired of the accusation that it is my fault. Do me the favor and take owneer ship for you existence or lack thereof... You can dip your hand into the inky blackness of my soul, but I guarantee that it will irradate life and peace and love, even though I am capable of feeling it, I can pass it along.

I have gone to the river alameda.
I have ran with my back against the sun.
I walked through the desert as my brain
could only remember you.
When the rain came. I look up and
I saw your face
between the raindrops.. I saw you
Your tears, Your dreams.
and I let you down,
again.
As the lightening echoes in my heart
the life begins to run down my wrist, and into the sand.
I look up at the sky
and your gone.
and all that is left is the echo of your heart,
beating against chance
taking a chance on beating.
and I just fade away...

Wells its time to update this life, Enough complaining. A cancer survivor tonight told some really important words of adivse: The sun will Come up tomarrow." a Whoa, what a monuementally simple credo in which to operate within life. I talked to a someone else that I have been meaning to talk to for a while, and I helped someone climb on the South Beach train. she shared her art with me, I shared what simple things I could with her. I may have found an answer to a ten year old problem. and this feels good. Very good. The saturn will be retired soon, and I will be enjoying my new auto. Rock bottom has come and gone but guess what I am still here.

I have dreams of late,

A place that never was. A time that could never be.
I dreamnt that I could reach beyond myself and touch the person who has seem to be lost in my this body and wandering without a soul.

Changes is are never noticed until their complete how does that work?

Its amazing to me how easily it is to hang one's hopes, dreams and aspirations on one pivitol point in person life. Maybe its my picean dreamyness that causes this, but I thought I had finally broken free of this earthly bond. The landscape has changed so much in the last 365 days. In looking back it wasnt wasnt that all bad. I did some really important discovery about myself. Discarded those things that no longer were important and welcomed in those things that had become very important. I woke up this morning with the tagline of this post in my head. I am nevcr really quite sure where the rest of this post takes me. Things I know now is are very important that I was too foolish to see last year. From Oct. to Oct my life is nowhere where I thought it would be. So much for the story book ending. Cliches have never been my style anyway. The longer I am here, The longer I know I dont belong here, I found where I want to be although I am where I need to be. for now. It seems the shroud of indifference has fallen and this temporary situation will lead to life, ending the way it needs to. I just wished the one lied that was told last year wouldnt have been for NOW I have to pay for it. Until til you do right be me, nothing you will ever do will be successful.

Time for a new post....

A lot has happened since the last entry. A couple of really great weekends, and a lot of good stories. Where to begin, First Off. The pin cushion O panduit, succeed to effect my life again almost one year to the day we parted company by being a LIAR. Not paying phone Bills even though you said you would is a Moral Crime, Enjoy it. Wow, the script is almost complete... Freeload off someone, Use them, lie to them and discard? How long is the cycle? of course in this incarnation I bet it will be a bit longer, A much larger bank account is involved here. and we all know what that means. I leearned something really profound. Never trust a liar. and after all Liars never earn trust. All the writing on wall showed me this but I ignored. I often wonder how low your self-esteem was to blow both Greco and Jay in the Back of that car that night? At the very least you prolly convinced two boys on the fence that its much better to play for the same team. Any dirt you have on me is non-existent. A test set up to see how much I could trust you and you failed miserably. How many ways can you say LIAR o pincushion of panduit? Mmmmm... that felt good.

I would say nothing about this, but I thought you should probably know, your kharma is got to be bottoming out. By the way were you ever able to address your electra complex? Daddy's little girl?

I find it fitting to write this post one year after the break up. By this point I have estimated you have had cheated on my for a least a month.

May everything you have every done to anyone come back and haunt you. You have lied your way to where you are only for you to find.. your going to be one that fails in the end.

Enjoy breakfast at the house? I was there... and you didnt see me. HA!
still sitting around the coffee house talking about success, why not try doing instead of talking.
Here o well read one, I have a quote for you..... Until you do right by me.... everything you think of will fail.... Everything... No thought, no action nothing. I love that quote.

And for something completly different... Blah Blah Blah and Pincushion o Panduit. Fuck OFFF!

Time for a new post....

A lot has happened since the last entry. A couple of really great weekends, and a lot of good stories. Where to begin, First Off. The pin cushion O panduit, succeed to effect my life again almost one year to the day we parted company by being a LIAR. Not paying phone Bills even though you said you would is a Moral Crime, Enjoy it. Wow, the script is almost complete... Freeload off someone, Use them, lie to them and discard? How long is the cycle? of course in this incarnation I bet it will be a bit longer, A much larger bank account is involved here. and we all know what that means. I leearned something really profound. Never trust a liar. and after all Liars never earn trust. All the writing on wall showed me this but I ignored. I often wonder how low your self-esteem was to blow both Greco and Jay in the Back of that car that night? At the very least you prolly convinced two boys on the fence that its much better to play for the same team. Any dirt you have on me is non-existent. A test set up to see how much I could trust you and you failed miserably. How many ways can you say LIAR o pincushion of panduit? Mmmmm... that felt good.

I would say nothing about this, but I thought you should probably know, your kharma is got to be bottoming out. By the way were you ever able to address your electra complex? Daddy's little girl?

I find it fitting to write this post one year after the break up. By this point I have estimated you have had cheated on my for a least a month.

May everything you have every done to anyone come back and haunt you. You have lied your way to where you are only for you to find.. your going to be one that fails in the end.

Enjoy breakfast at the house? I was there... and you didnt see me. HA!
still sitting around the coffee house talking about success, why not try doing instead of talking.
Here o well read one, I have a quote for you..... Until you do right by me.... everything you think of will fail.... Everything... No thought, no action nothing. I love that quote.

And for something completly different... Blah Blah Blah and Pincushion o Panduit. Fuck OFFF!

Time for a new post....

A lot has happened since the last entry. A couple of really great weekends, and a lot of good stories. Where to begin, First Off. The pin cushion O panduit, succeed to effect my life again almost one year to the day we parted company by being a LIAR. Not paying phone Bills even though you said you would is a Moral Crime, Enjoy it. Wow, the script is almost complete... Freeload off someone, Use them, lie to them and discard? How long is the cycle? of course in this incarnation I bet it will be a bit longer, A much larger bank account is involved here. and we all know what that means. I leearned something really profound. Never trust a liar. and after all Liars never earn trust. All the writing on wall showed me this but I ignored. I often wonder how low your self-esteem was to blow both Greco and Jay in the Back of that car that night? At the very least you prolly convinced two boys on the fence that its much better to play for the same team. Any dirt you have on me is non-existent. A test set up to see how much I could trust you and you failed miserably. How many ways can you say LIAR o pincushion of panduit? Mmmmm... that felt good.

I would say nothing about this, but I thought you should probably know, your kharma is got to be bottoming out. By the way were you ever able to address your electra complex? Daddy's little girl?

I find it fitting to write this post one year after the break up. By this point I have estimated you have had cheated on my for a least a month.

May everything you have every done to anyone come back and haunt you. You have lied your way to where you are only for you to find.. your going to be one that fails in the end.

Enjoy breakfast at the house? I was there... and you didnt see me. HA!
still sitting around the coffee house talking about success, why not try doing instead of talking.
Here o well read one, I have a quote for you..... Until you do right by me.... everything you think of will fail.... Everything... No thought, no action nothing. I love that quote.

And for something completly different... Blah Blah Blah and Pincushion o Panduit. Fuck OFFF!

I was a mess today, I hadnt shaved in almost two weeks and I was starting to look like a homeless person. I decided to take a shower and see if the headache that was plaging me all day would subside. Somewhere in the trance I put myself in as water battered against my sore back, I got lost in a a feeling, The feeling of being soo cold that my palms where numb, my teeth chattered and It felt as if my life was ebbing away from me.... A bit scary at first but I found myself willing to give myself over in peace. and I could remember the only thing I could do was stand in the shower in Tremont. It was a cold winter night, and I was tired from lack of movement. The more hot water that hit my skin the more feeling left my body. Soon, my feet felt the same tingling of my palms... I thought for sure this was it. The only thing that gave my comfort that night was to huddle up against the heater, and tune into some sattelite radio. I am sad miserable and upset. I have made the wrong decision and now I have to make it right. I did make some right decisions though, and some I dont think I am going to crawl back to . 1. Good Decision:Letting go of the Shaved APE. it was obvious you couldnt handle me, and It was obvious that you couldnt be trusted... or should we ask Greco and Jason O pincushion of Panduit... At least you figured out to marry for money. At least that will quench one of your appetites. 2 Bad Decision: Allowing Blah Blah back in. She burned the bridge yet allowed her to cross, and tried to burn it again. Back Stabber who has no Morals, and its unequivocally devoid of any human emotion. 3.Good Decision Taking the time to figure out what I dont want, and deciding on what I do, even though my plans are delayed, I still have my eyes on the prize.4. Bad Decision letting blah blah squander my last week in Tremont and being sucked into the Rouse of having to wait on her hand and foot.5. Good Decision Trusting someone enough to share some of the war stories, and Trusting enough to know that any good Friendship basis after trust and respect, is reciprocation, Reciprocity, is good thing, It keeps your prospective, to know that we are all floating out here together, and sometimes we need to help each other bail out their boat. 6. Bad Decision Taking a job that I knew I would hate. Selling out. Becoming what I feared I always would be, Fighting the PC river like a salmon trying to make it up river to SPAWN, and DIE, 7. Good Decision Buying a DVD player, Now I can really do have movies on demand.8 Bad Decision allowing myself to get sucked into the the torturoous torment of Blah Blah and her mutilation....Heres an answer to your question about your personality or you looks.... Its neither, Its the fact that you back stabbed someone now and YOU cant Take it back... in fact I know He would rather have TURKEY again. 9. Good decsion Making a conscience not to reward bad behavior. I think the quote that sums this up most beautifully, she vibed towards me, and The second I felt it I felt the knife twist deeper into my back. His words not mine, and in fact more elloquent that mine could have ever on the subject. The coolest part is, Blah Blah will continue to blame the easiest to blame in these situations, once I am gone for long enough whom will be at fault? 10. Bad Decision Not ending it when I should have.... For what I speak of, You already know.

A friend wrote a poem about her life, It was very powerful the parallelism that exists between us. The words that shattered through the monatony of my day and broke my back like the load I have been baring since the begining of time or at least thats what it felt like. This poem was mighty powerful. The personal value that I had assigned this poem can not even begin t be shown with words. The imagery alone torn my flesch like a weathered rusty dagger in a rainstorm. Tearing into me and leaving with a burning feeling where I know even when I heal that I will never quite be the same. Its wierd, and I almost feel strange sometiimes with the level of similarity between us. I can start a thought and it get completed or the same path has been traveled leading to answer. I was recently likened to be being here student, I think it a mutual thing. Neither one of us could really admit it though, that was would be out of character. I decided from the first exchange of deep and personal thought I decided I would not pretend that I would not put her on a pedestal and make an offering to her. Because I too have been placed there and it is cold and lonely place. Instead I decided early on, that I wanted to exchange support, maybe this act is self serving on some level, because I am only accepting after giving making it okay to support. Wow that was a convaluded thought isnt it?
I miss Tremont. Much like Patton I will return. At least I will be free.

Time is the great equalizer.
My clock has stopped
I cannot breathe.
I dream of you
You forgot about me.
My rope is frayed
The knot has come undo.
My hands are bloody
Bruised and Burned from the Sisal
I let the rope go.
I let Time stop.
I let myself go.
Will this pain, torment, torture
Ever stop?

Wow that last post isnt finished.... when will Kelly learn... apparently never. I am glad to learn that all friendships dont have to be disfunctional like our was. I got a swift kick in the head just today, in a really inadvertant way....

In trying to define the terms of this new friendship I am at a loss.. I am almost too scared to put words on this because it initself is undefinable. an unspoken bond that transcends and terestrail exlpaination. To the casual observer it may seem as if its a childish crush.. And that comment gave me a moment of pause. Is that how it was being perceived? That caused a bit of an internal fuckup. Its wierd. refer to the post that I want to carved on my stone. That is how I choose to live the rest of my life. A conversation about self loathing today smacked of such reality i found myself welling up inside with pain shared of this consciencous that we have seemed to tap. A beautifully bittersweet penning of the feelings that I feel everytime I stare into mirror in candle light. She has a tendancy to knock the wind right out of me.

I hope in the end this is more of a permanent arrangment.... If not I will enjoy the time I get to share with this truly special person. I personally feel as if the level of pararellism between us lends to only natural comradory... Its wierd though,

I watched the promise of the future glint in the candlelight as it
ran down wrist and pool up at the base of my feet.

I knelt down and drew my finger tips through the memories of what could have been and felt the inky blackness of what was fill my eyes and my heart all at once...

A blast of cold air and I was alone. watching the world as they moved on, without me... barely even recognizing I was there, except for maybe the teardrop stain of promises broken on the floor

Okay here in its entirerity the dialogue between Blah Blah and myself... because I choose not to reward negative behavior again....

I wrote this after being given an ultimatetum in regards to repairing Blah Blahs computer. After She resheduled with me... because it was more important to go out and chase after a "player" because she had been single longer than 2 months... and her current interest wasnt moving forward fast enough... I would change the names to protect the innocent but no body is innocent here. As an interesting footnote, when I approached blah blah and mention that I thought she was starting to spiral she decide the best course of action was to contact the Builder to try and stir shit up. Of course she didnt think it would get back to me and she continued to deny, deny, deny deny, all of it. She much like my cousin thinks the world around them is as stupid as they assume. Wrong answer... So I call her on her actions and warn her, something I would never do in the past, and OF course, we deny deny deny deny... and I am played a fool. The caldron started to boil. Blah Blah had learned NOTHING about the past and hadnt changed... she just was able to convince herself. which this is all discussed below in great detail... this foreword needed to be written because It helps glue the story together.

Heres the shot that start WW3:

I really dont think I deserve to be treated like your treating me. You are treating me like YOU are doing ME a favor by letting me fix your computer, When in reality it is quite the opposite. I do not like the way this makes me feel. and I really dont appreciate you emotion to manipulate me. I have bent over backwards to fix your computer on several occasions, and even when I change plans for you, its still good enough, I think you have gotten so comfortable with these actions, that is no longer appreciated its EXPECTED, I am equally at fault here because I continually reward negative behavior. To add insult to injury after I do change my plans and move my shedule around to accomedate you, I am treated with contempt being treated again as if that you are doing me a favor and not the opposite, to further rub salt in the wound, I get issused an ultimatum that if I dont fix it your going to call someone else. Which I am still not sure why this is threatening. I think its an attempt play on some insecurity, I am not sure. If doug can do a better job, then maybe he should. or he can get it done faster than I can Great, let him at it. To make one point perfectly crystal Any work on your computer I have done has because I wanted to, not because I had to to, but I did so willingly to help out a friend, and it appears that my help not only is not Good enough, but unappreciated as well.

You say that you have changed, and I want to believe that but when say one thing and act like this what I am supposed to believe.

She vollied this back less than 30 mins. later....

Scot

As far as me changing, I don't care whether you believe it or not. These
are my choices. Yes, I have discussed everything with Sue and Denise, just
as I am sure you discussed everything with Michele and please this is not
the time to lie, because as I said a few weeks ago there are two people in
my life that I trust completely and that is Sue and Denise. I do not feel
victimized however, what a shock...you do. As far as Bob and I are
concerned, when I asked him a few months ago if it was true that he
insinuated something happened between us he said "absolutely not" and I
believe him. Unlike you he has never lied to me or at least not that I can
prove. Actually I am very happy with the way my life is I am surrounding
myself with people I love and who love me. As far as will other guys cheat
on me, maybe maybe not but that will not keep me from dating and having a
life. You need to take your own advise about glass houses. You said how
crappy it was that Jim doesn't return phone calls, well neither do you.
Apparently you had received the voice mail on Sunday and wait I get to hear
your complaints on Tuesday. You never let anything go. You harbor all of
life's crap and keep dumping it on me. As with Ryan I told you STAY OUT OF
IT. I don't want you involved if anything that will make matters worse. I
am a big girl and can handle situations on my own. Also, you should know by
now that there is no me and Ryan thing. Once again we are FRIENDS. I don't
understand what is so hard to get about that. As far as you being a good
friend, if I don't contact you, you don't call me. When was the last
Wednesday night that we hung out. I notice that you don't want to meet with
me and Michele on Wednesday, just Michele. I really don't care because she
can definitely give you more support in certain areas then I can but, as we
were hanging out and then you just stopped, well that is pretty suspicious
as it all started happening around the time you didn't need me to drive,
that bothers me. You twist everything and I am tired of taking the brunt.
I have a lot of crap going on in my life that doesn't have to do with you,
Michele, Ryan or anything actually in the below e-mail. Sue and Denise know
what is happening just in case something happens but, I still have to deal
with it. So for you to be on your high horse right now well, it is not
really good for me. I have got more major issues then who has bruised
feelings because once again you need to read into things. I know you are
going to say well, why didn't you tell me stuff was going on??? Truth is
you haven't been around for me to tell. The reason I didn't have you over
Thursday is because, as with every Thursday the vote was to go out and have
fun and I am not leaving anyone in my apartment when I don't know when I
will be home because you would not be able to leave until I got back as you
would have the only key to get in. Which was a good thing because we didn't
get in until after 2am. As far as having an adult relationship I would have
loved to have had one but, you are not capable which you have made very
evident by not viewing me as an adult. I can not and will not deal with
this situation right now as there are more pressing matters at hand. I am
sorry if you find that insulting but, there are more important things then
playing the blame game and the you hurt my feelings so instead of talking to
you I will send you a belittling e-mail.

I really enjoy her choice in language.... pressing matters at hand... I love when unintellengent people try and post up with phrases they have heard adult use... and misuse them.... This is very much like Stiffler in American Wedding... I willing admit that it is my responsiblity, and I should have returned her phone call, However, I thought I should calm down and not write something that was soley emotionally based. So I delayed. As for using her... This amazes me. She did provide relief while I was automobileless in IL, However what she fails to recognize is that The day after we got back I started work full time and my time was consumed. I should mention that the reference to blowing her off comes after she was excluded to a weekly occurring dart game because she tried to take it over and pushed the people that I originally started the outing with out.... Thats right, I was drinking with Dave, and Steve on Wednesday at St. Charlies and Michele joined one week. They liked her, the next week she managed to put everyone on edge and make the event unfun... Not to mention the fact that she called up Michele and invited her to Go play darts with "Me and Scot" Ironic isnt it? So we started to exclude her because outings were unfun... and if you not having fun whats the point of having an outing? A trip to PA occured. I was expect to wait on someone hand and foot. and when I wasnt moving fast enough blah blah someone I was delaying our departure... I had good right to, I was lamented for a home I didnt want to leave, and since the entire drive was up to me.. I figured why not be overtired. Since... which here is the kicker Blah, Blah would not drive stick because she was "uncomfortable" driving it on the highway... To add to this, to ensure I could use the I am overtired bit she threw in sleeping with a headache the entire ride home... or just about.... Yes, I made her help clean the house. I dont leave 124 without it being spotless. I am guest there...
she wouldnt get that... I cant help but think this princess attitude was fosted by her parents, probably overcompensating for adopting her. The result of their folly is raising 2 daughters who are completely unprepared for the world and who are scared of their own shadows. This results in unhappy children and even more unhappy adults... Whom the only way to win a loosing arguement is to pull out the famed "HEALTH CARD" thats what she is alluding to here. its been a crutch for the past ten years whenever she is having a bad day.... I know cancer patients who have a better life outlook than she does. She thinks she is going to barren because of some deasease, This is where kharma rears its ugly head... All nastyness she has propegated against mankind because she didnt get what she wanted when she wanted. that is what is going to make her barren. Spoiled Brat is all I can say... I know those who throw stones in glass houses shouldnt. We also need to address her need to be the professional victim. Notice how she like to project victimization onto me.... hmmmm...

Theres more to be added here, like my response that will come later....

Interesting postscript to this conversation, though, blah blah had to resort to getting the person she wanted nothing more to do with to fix her computer. Bigger fish to fry read the next post..

This is a work in progress.... I am driven to be better:

First and foremost, and I am glad you had the self respect to not do that, and further hope that self respect is a truly motivated from within.

As you I think you will remember when discussed change and I told you how a change is only valid if every time that change is put into question it is unwaviered. This spawned quite a discussion with the ~o and I. Because she seemed to think that I said that change could not be instantous, when in reality it can be, its the consistency in which this change is practiced is what makes it truly a Change. When I clarified my message she complety agreed. Another important aspect of change is that for it truly to be a viable change it is hardly ever mentioned, Some would argue that mentioning would overall negate any hopes of viable change because praise is sought for the change for praise sake, not for the sake of change Coupled with this conversation, The discussion of emotional shortcutting and how when a person acts differently out of the norm of their normal action discrepancies are formed That's the unfortunate aspect of change that not many people are aware of. But I am here to tell you that it does get better and don't sacrifice what you have built already because it very tempting to resume your past actions because whenever you change a cycle if its change is NOT accepted as instantous its easier to fall back into previous patterns instead of changing a undesired behaviour. This causes the cycle to restart, and causing frustration because it appears that ones' actions have had no effect. Thus reducing the probablity of a change ever being realized, because the attitude is adopted that, "I have tried to change and nobody seems to notice" I am also here to attest that this is how I felt, and still do for the most part.

The unfortunate ness of this whole sorted affair is bad timing. You have a tendency have a case of severe immediacy when it comes to natures of the heart, and when that immediacy is not shared with the rest of the cosmos understandably feelings are hurt and self-inflicted pain are felt.
It is only natural that when this happens that it is necessary to have someone to blame. Because after all if " I " have to feel the pain of my needs of immediacy not being met, I need to blame someone for such unspeakable “atrocities” and “make them pay”
This brings us back to change. Its sometimes the hardest to admit to ourselves that there is s a demon inside of us that brings us to do some pretty unspeaking and rather ghastly things. It seems the more we deny this demon the strong and more viable it becomes. The biggest challenge to we face is not let our “demon” do things to people that we all know will result in bad karma piking back on oneself. There is also another misconception out there that needs to be put to rest. We don’t get to choose how negative Kharma repays a visit to our doorsteps, and can be completely unrelated. For example, just because your signifigant other cheats on you does that mean that your future sig other will do the same, Kharma maybe repaid in the way that may seem totally unrelated.

Patience is grace, and unfortunately grace is sometimes one of those virtues that is hard achieve. By ignoring this grace, or choosing to deflect the efforts into another direction you not only do not allow yourself to encompass all feelings that are associated with the encounter, and in hopes that the realization that love is not a process, its an evolution you cant force, in fact it makes one question what love is , and it ceases to reduce it to a crude animal act.

Blah Blah strikes again when she learn, she is going to end up in the cold. As for Big Head and Hairy or as she has been recently been dubbed the Etech a Sketch, (Thanx oracle) It have been one year since I made the worst mistake of my life. Yikes, Boys and girls I only have one thing to Say, Dont settle for mediocre, get what you want so you dont have to look else where. Wasssamatta Big Head did you like seeing honesty spilled out on the page? Theres no corner on the Alt. Screename market, if you would like I could suggest a few for you: How about:
PlasticBoy
SwedWannabe
WildaBeastluver
SpoiledRichBoi
Made4tvmovie
wannabe
triedtobe
Tonyrobbin'scumrag
MrRobbinsscatmuncher

Dont worry fugly you wont be excluded. For you I have

Fugly
SwedewannabeGF
EtechaSketch
Fakey
Faux
FauxLingustistic
CumReceptacle

Hmmmmm..... That felt much better.

Blah Blah strikes again when she learn, she is going to end up in the cold. As for Big Head and Hairy or as she has been recently been dubbed the Etech a Sketch, (Thanx oracle) It have been one year since I made the worst mistake of my life. Yikes, Boys and girls I only have one thing to Say, Dont settle for mediocre, get what you want so you dont have to look else where. Wasssamatta Big Head did you like seeing honesty spilled out on the page? Theres no corner on the Alt. Screename market, if you would like I could suggest a few for you: How about:
PlasticBoy
SwedWannabe
WildaBeastluver
SpoiledRichBoi
Made4tvmovie
wannabe
triedtobe
Tonyrobbin'scumrag
MrRobbinsscatmuncher

Dont worry fugly you wont be excluded. For you I have

Fugly
SwedewannabeGF
EtechaSketch
Fakey
Faux
FauxLingustistic
CumReceptacle

Hmmmmm..... That felt much better.

A new finding: 
 
1.When you have no money you are trailer trash.
2.When you have some money you watch Nascar.
3.When you have a lot of money,  Your considered nouveau riche
 
The common element here is lack of class.  No amount of money can give you class.  Take a trip South of Darien one day,  You'll see alot of Types 1,2, and three.... But thats stating the obvious.
 
I have discovered something interesting about Gen Yers they somehow think that they are smarter then Gen X.  Actually they are nothing more than copy cats of the doomed generation.  
Cousin Dickhead, and Hairy Both seem to think that Using multi-syllabic words increase their arugement potential, I say Verbal economy.  Sometime Fuck you is all you need to say.
 
BTW,

FUCK YOU.

Been a while since I last posted.  Too much to think about.  Pending employment here, pending employment there.  What to do?  What to do?  I noticed that  Big head  has slipped out of existence?   Theres no wonder that they see big head coming...   I am so glad I achieved enough escape velocity to remove myself from that alternative universe.  I cant say much for other people.  I guess when in doubt, comprimise your principles and change.   Jello can never be nailed to the wall.  Ever.  Now can it?    Speaking of this, I think someone should feel really shitty when they look in the mirror.  After all, your discrepant behavior that I overlooked at the time, has been reevaluated, and I find you lower, than well your agressor,  Way to take responsiblity of your own actions.  Run off and adopt those dogs, and live within five minutes of your in-laws...  When white trash is in site, It must be right.

Really is that the best you can do? I am really amazed. So limited gestures from such hyper intellegent person. I think this time cranium size and intellegence have a inverse relationship. Ps. I am having dinner with bannana hands. Next Month. I make sure and tell him he has more disciples.

Tried something new today. I decided that I would not answer my cell phone at all. I must have a lot of voicemails. Its nothing against anyone that was trying to call me but I just wanted to not deal with the thing shit storm I have created. Quite possibly the lowest of the low hit last night. and I went to go hold my favorite dog in the whole wide world. She is now 77 by dog years. Her once golden fur has turned platinum white.... She can still beg like a puppy, and I see the unconditional love in her eyes when I scratch her tummy. How can anyone own a cat? Cats are useless creatures. Cats throw up and use a litter box. YUK. Back to Daizee, the wunder slut. a little scratch behind the ears and she would melt. 1993 was much simpler time. I sat at a coffee house tonight for the first time in years. I dont count the house simply for the shear fact that the house was nothing more than a wannabe coffee establishment, desparate to be avante gard... trying to too hard to be unique. I found myself challenged to get to this place, I went with a very good, old friend that was child free for the night, and we got a good buzz on like we used to so many years ago. I often wonder why my friends put up with my bullshit. Yes thats right put up with my bullshit. I got a lecture tonight that I should forgive something from a relative and welcome them back into my life, This upset me because there is nothing to forgive. I took a stance and decided to follow it through. It was a much simpler to let bygones be bygones, when I made the decision to cut myself out but when I was the one cut out, its hard to force yourself back into this persons life. A low blood sugar momement lead to me walking away to watch goonies. It was fun to watch teenagers discuss political topics with such vigor as if they had the world by the ass. I declared at the top of my lungs that I wanted my 20's back. I want to have the materials I have now and get a do-over. I think that is fair. I know I would change ALOT of my past. I was going to post some lyrics to another song, kinda as a homeage to the little meglomaniac in tremont, since he has so often done before me. So here goes. I never listend to this song until I had the album for almost a year. I am a sucker for anyone tht is brave enough to add a string quartet to any pop piece. but here goes.... before that though, I have a comment, A breve is NOT made with coffee its made with expresso.

I wished I was smarter
I wished I was stronger
I wished I loved Jesus
The way my wife does
I wish it had been easier
Instead of any longer
I wished I could have stood where you would have been proud
But that won't happen now
That won't happen now


There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings off that little song bird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now
Top of the world


I don't have to answer any of these questions
Don't have no God to teach me no lessons
I come home in the evening
Sit in my chair
One night they called me for supper
But I never got up
I stayed right there in my chair


There's a whole lot of singing that's never gonna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Think I broke the wings off that little song bird
She's never gonna fly to the top of the world right now


I wished I'd a known you
Wished I'd a shown you
All of the things I was on the inside
I'd pretend to be sleeping
When you come in in the morning
To whisper good-bye
Go to work in the rain
I don't know why
Don't know why


Cause everyone's singing
We just wanna be heard
Disappearing everyday without so much as a word somehow
Wanna grab a hold of that little song bird
Take her for a ride to the top of the world right now


(Instrumental)


Whoa, Whoa
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world
To the top of the world...

I often think of starting the countdown to the end, I wonder, btw the official defintion of what a cafe breve is:
Brevé: Short for Espresso Brevé. Espresso with half-n-half instead of milk.

strange to think that halfnhalf has less carbs than milk... YIKES.

blah blah, smokey, oracle all know something is up, apple too. I avoid the microscope they offer in search of solace with lunatree girl.

Sorry no post in a while, but I had to rebuild another machine this weekend leaving my blogger outlet unpluggged so I could work on the other. Its been a big week I was able to secure a large type keyboard for the mom who is losing her sight, That and upgrading her monitor to something larger. Of course these things were interperted as something sinister. I like that word sinister. I learned alot this weekend about myself. Apparently I am not as wrong about things as I once thought. In skipping out of a bbq that was planned with me not being included I went to a new friends place and had an AWESOME time! It felt good to talk to people that were not so much entirely full of shit, or so narcisitic that they can talk about something other than themselves. I think about the energy wasted on this venture, I think about last year at this time and I think how much happier I am now. I think the methphor of time making everything equal. Things I know:
I am better than I have every been.
I am feeling more centered because its been a natural center that is not for anybody but myself.
I know my path is going to be long and winding,
I know that I dont want it any other way.
I faced the facts that who I am is not going to change
My life that has been threated by someone that you all know and I have to say that if he is going to come to me in the middle of the night to kill me I welcome it. Fear not little ones, I will be back again. and again. and again.

Someone told me that they could not count on me knowing when it was going to happen. I do know. You can only affect someone like that if you have something to lose. I have nothing to lose. It is truly wonderful that it has come to this. I am not bulletproof. I am however smarter than him. he knows it. It amazes me how much blah blah and him and other people have emulated me and twisted the emulation to fit the needs. could you imagine what that feels like? I do. Its fucked up. You dont see some people for years and they remind you of something you used to say, and they still say it. Thats just the begining. I guess my mom's brother and her sister inlaw now are talking to her after putting her through the wringer for six months because my aunt feelings were hurt, because. "she didnt call me" Grow the fuck up. This is the bullshit that causes me to be tired. Inflict whatever pain you would like on others but be comfortable with that pain when you realize its permanent. I bear none of you ill-will.I tried to prevent your pain and you burn me because of this. I am going to give you what you want. Silence. Your going to have to deal with me like you do everyone else. There is not alternate universe. I dont care if you dont want to play. you have to live with your actions just like I have to live with mine. Its my fault because I wasnt quick enough to avert the disaster. Oh well, guess I will have to pay. Will that be suffiencent enough cause to have your son send me to my maker? I hope so. Enough of that. I have a long distance dedication that needs to go out to someone: Sing it Ani: btw..... how do you look at yourself in the mirror, knowing the lies you told Blowing a HS crush and his friend..... anyway sing it ANI:

untouchable face

think i'm going for a walk now
i feel a little unsteady
i don't want nobody to follow me
'cept maybe you

i could make you happy, you know
if you weren't already
i could do a lot of things
and i do

tell you the truth i prefer the worst of you
too bad you had to have a better half
she's not really my type
but i think you two are forever
and i hate to say it but you're perfect together

so fuck you
and your untouchable face
fuck you
for existing in the first place
and who am i
that i should be vying for your touch
who am i
bet you can't even tell me that much

2:30 in the morning
and my gas tank will be empty soon
neon sign on the horizon
rubbing elbows with the moon
safe haven of the sleepless
where the deep fryer's always on
radio is counting down the top 20 country songs

out on the porch the fly strip is
waving like a flag in the wind
you know i really don't look forward
to seeing you again soon.

you look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far far away
i won't know what to do
i won't know what to say

so fuck you...

i see you and i'm so perplexed
what was i thinking
what will i think of next
where can i hide
in the back room there's a lamp
that hangs over the pool table
and when the fan is on it swings
gently side to side
there's a changing constellation
of balls as we are playing
i see orion and say nothing
the only thing i can think of saying

is fuck you...

mmmmm. thats much better.

Well I havent posted all weekend except for now, and what a completely screwed up weekend I am having. This was totally messed up. I had one friend after another crashing down around me.... Interesting though, I wonder what my role is in all of this. Blah Blah let someone set her up on a blind date and this was unacceptable because this person was a stranger... Of course this seter-up was not at fault here, and blah blah tried to hide this fact and go behind her back. My newest friend is waivering on what he should do in life, and I seem to be his reality checkpoint. This is wierd for me. My home has been invaded by someone who wants to play familia for the day, I have plans I thought and off I went. I sent this out a mass email: I think its important I post this here:
Did you know ???

Did you know that when you envy someone, it's because you really like that
person?

Did you know that those who appear to be very strong in heart, are real
weak and most succeptible?

Did you know that those who spend their time protecting others are the
ones that really need some one to protect them?

Did you know that the three most difficult things to say are : I love you, Sorry and help me The people who say these are actually in need of them or
really feel them, and are the ones you really need to treasure, because
they have said them.

Did you know that people who occupy themselves by keeping others company
or helping others are the ones that actually need your company and help?

Did you know that those who dress in red are more confident in themselves?


Did you know that those who dress in yellow are those that enjoy their
beauty?

Did you know that those who dress in black, are those who want to be
unnoticed and need your help and understanding?

Did you know that when you help someone, the help is returned in two
folds?

Did you know that those who need more of you are those that don't mention
it to you?


Did you know that it's easier to say what you feel in writing than saying
it to someone in the face?But did you know that it has more value when you
say it to their face?

Did you know that what is most difficult for you to say or do is much more
valuable than anything that is valuable that you can buy with money?

Did you know that if you ask for something in faith, your wishes are
granted?

Did you know that you can make your dreams come true, like falling in
love, becoming rich, staying healthy, if you ask for it by faith, and if
you really knew, you'd be surprised by what you could do.
But don't believe everything I tell you, until you try it for yourself ,
if you know someone that is in need of something that I mentioned, and you
know that you can help, you'll see that it will be returned in two-fold

DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD ALWAYS COUNT ON ME???... AT THE MOMENT, TIME
AND PLACE THAT YOU NEED ME, CALL ME, I WILL BE THERE WITH YOU !!!!!

"One day, we will change the world...or we are already changing it " THE
BALL IS NOW IN YOUR COURT... If the world were to end in 24 hours, all the
phone lines, chat rooms and e-mails will be saturated from people sending
messages to others, saying: "I regret having made you feel bad", "Pardon
me", "I love you", "I hold you in high esteem", take good care of
yourself" and sometimes "I have always loved you, only I never told you".


Someone else today reminded me of the serenity prayer. I wish I am trying very hard to let go of things. maybe one day I will be able to do so.

WOOOOOOO WHO..... Well coming off that last post I got a death threat today. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy that someone wants me dead as I want to be dead... what a wonderful proposition. The amazing thing about this is... I am the sane one.... can I get a YIKES... Spiderman has just come out. He must be using his spidy senses... YUK

Well those of you that have been following this blog has traveled with me for quite a rollercoaster like journey. Some sad, some glad mostly angery, Most wondering why the shit is still running down hill, Something I grasp to get ahold of. I just dont wonder why. I made the conscience effort to let go of everything, and today the one thing I was unable to let go of slapped me in the face. Those of you who know me for longer than a couple of years know that t I lost my father eight years ago to a failed lung transplant. Eight years ago exactly June 30, 1996... or so it has been called 1996 the year of death. I went to the bar tonight with over 90% of my friends and I had a horrible time. I could not shake the idea that my life was worthless and I was an even bigger asshole for not remembering the memory of my father. It could have been something bigger. It be now that I am whole again that I no longer desire to have this existence anymore. I choose not to participate in Life. If I dropped off the face of the planet today... I would be barely missed. I missed my mark. This is NOT a plea for help, more over simply stating fact. Its not that I am not loved, I am loved, and I do have great friends. Its not that my pain, hurt or suffering is any greater than anyone elses'. I dont need the george Bailey effect here neither. I am tired of my life being in a holdng pattern. I feel have sucked enough frustration out of the atomposhere and it needs to be released. No amount of counseling no amount of hand holding will help this go away. I once told a friend of mine that they would never improve their situation until they broke out of the mold that they were set in removed the limitation that the people around them have put into them.
I need to heed my own advice. The limitations of this life must be lifted. I must do something will not continue for me to remain empty inside. Maybe I am not as strong as I appear to be. Maybe its time to realize that all the trash that is talked bout me is more like harsh fact. I have no rage left in me. I am broken, without purpose and the only sounds left is the sound of my heart beating against the rhythm of the world. I have to hand you to Kelly, you and Bob were absoulutly correct, and it only took 2 years to come to pass, My hats off to you. Revel in my failure, I know I have. After I am gone I hope you realize every discpicable quality you could not stand about me is what you saw in yourselves and could not handle. I love you both. Thanks for making me a stronger person. I wish you all the happiness that you can muster in this world, I wish you could have been honest and truthful instead of lying to makeyourselves feel better. To former agressors, you know you both are. May your life together become everything that you feared it would. Say what you must to make yourselves feel better, and remember what you put out you get in return 10 fold. and yes Mongoloid boy, that applies even to you. I am sorry to leave you down my new friend perhaps I stopped the natural order of things for you prematurely. And to my friend, the Oracle. Thanks for your equalizer, thanks for confirming that I wasnt just hearing things and thank you for being you. I meant what I said when I say I worry about you. Nobody holds the net when you fall, and yes you do fall. Perhaps the conversation may have not meant much to you, but I thank you for treating me like a friend instead of an annoyance. I know our pathes will cross again. I know that the path I have chosen is NOT an easy one and I know that fear is Not an option. I am being so much more melodramatic that I need to be, but people have grown used to it. Its funny the vet your the greatest and I still learn much from you.I could have not made it this far without you. I am sorry. May your sunsets always be beautiful, Your waters always be clear, and the sand always pure between your toes. Good night.

Heres a nifty thought. I think you should pull your lower over your head and swallow.

I pose a really interesting question? I really cant take all the credit for this notion, but I know I can at least write about it? What the fuck is happening in society today? I think Tee-Ball should be banned. I remember as a kid when you actually learned about competition and sportsmanlike conduct... But now, Tee-Ball nobody wins or loses, you get praised for attempted to hit the ball, and I pose the Question What kind of life are we preparing the youth of tomarrow for? These kids are not going to have the coping skills to deal with every day happenstance... Its okay little Raoul.... you thought about runnning to second but because your so helplesslessly out of shape you couldnt... I understand.. you get a gold star for tying your shoe.... I mean really my friend refuses to enroll her children in these programs... because she believes its the undoing of society. I think we need to get away from this idea of Spare the rod and spoil child and go back to a good old fashion Assswhoooping.... I got spanked and I turned out just fine.... I wanna flash forward in time and see how much coporate american will be decimated by a "TIME OUT" Yikes... All this touchy feely horsehit makes me wanna puke in my soup.... I say the beatings should continue until the morale improves...

I just re-read my last post. Super-Vet wasnt the one who pushed the buttons My sibling did. Someone is pleased as punch that he gets to be in Tremont and I dont. I wanna take the blog in other directions, mainly about my quest for truth, honest justice and integrity. I hope that my enlightened path will remain that way. For its team to make the City light up again, and drive the darkness away.

~~~Transporting.....

Is it a smile you wanted?
A laugh, a giggle? a YIPE?!

and All you got was sadness.

I goto sleep every morning with the sun, and I wake every evening with the dusky redness of the summer sky.

A whiff of the breeze reminds me how much I miss the stories you tell, and The yarns you spin.

A bottle of Acme Orange Soda, or Black Cherry in a frosty bottle coupled with the Cow Salt and Pepper shakers...

Lets not forget the STEWED hamburgers, Cabbage Rolls and the Funnel Cakes.

A whiff of the breeze reminds me how much the newness of each pinic ended with a slide waterslide, and skinning my knee made summer, summer.

Lets not forget the Phoniex, Bumper Boats and the Cable car ride.

A whiff of the breeze reminds me how much the cool mountain chilled us and made us go "down through the park" to get something else to eat, Hard Ice Cream... cuz soft would never do.

Lets not forget the Haunted House, and me grasping on to my Aunts with a grip the would kill the average person.

As I got older the landscape changed... the flood levels rose and the pinics got smaller. The faces all weathered some, are no longer with us. The babies became adults and the adults had babies... Much like time, it is universal to all of us........

A whiff of the air reminds me of a time, where the stories were made, the memories remembered and the future was an afterthought.......

Lets not forget We are nothing more than the stories we create, immortalized, embelleshed and made into legend.

A whiff of the air and I am transported back there, My senses awaken as if I were waking from a ten year old coma.. anxious to remeber the past and look to the future.

It amazes me how much people in life like to push buttons. I have I fell pray to that tonight. Its sad. I got a really funny drunken message from my favorite vet in Training... and her friend. You guy need to call me again... and splain yourselves better. This weekend was a waste, I am going to interview tomarrow for the job I am going to get. I cant believe July is almost here. YIKES!

Hmmmm... it was like old home week tonight. Russels' Ribs, Jamba Juice, Game works and Dave and Busters. Two phoners from great women of my past. It was cool to hear... and the best part of night like this is having breakfast at IHOP.. I guess you can take the boy out of Glendale Heights but not the Glendale Heights out of the boy.... I miss the truck stop... damnit.... Someone told me I was dark. Someone called me and said that someone else needs to to talk to me. The need to help me straighten out the poop... Poop is a reoccuring theme on this blog, and actually before you get any ideas its not a homeaage... to anything... yawn time to goto bed.

I experienced all again tonight. Everything comes back on itself. unlocked the past has become.. I relive the nastyness that the past two years have taken me on. My loved ones lost, and now found. I wish my muse wasnt that one of saddness. I felt it all over again. My spririt is broken...I think its meant to be this way..only when something is broken does it mean to be fixed. BTW.. I thought about sunday last convo and I looked up the words to OVERKILL:

Overkill
I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
Perahaps its just my imagination

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Alone between the sheets
Only brings exasperation
It's time to walk the streets
Smell the desperation

At least there's pretty lights
And though there's little variation
It nullifies the night
From overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

I can't get to sleep
I think about the implications
Of diving in too deep
And possibly the complications

Especially at night
I worry over situations
I know will be alright
It's just overkill

Day after day it reappears
Night after night my heartbeat, shows the fear
Ghosts appear and fade away

Boy Howdee are you right... this is exactly what I was describing.... theres that boy howdee thing again... I cant sleep now... my ghost still havent faded... damnit...

Watching day-time tv today and I realize what the market is all day losers. Its kinda sad. If I have to see another lincoln Tech comercial I will have to say something some other time. Blah Blah blah....

This post is here to commmerorate..(remember spelling dunt count) the 70th Post to my blog. YEAAAAAAAA!!!!

After all the brown talk, I want to say that I have set a deadline for myself. If I am not employed within the next 30 days I am returning to PA and being happy. I would have given IL another 90 day chance and I think I must move back. I will miss some people that I have grown very close to, In speaking to the ties that bound me here I am free. Free because this is just not me anymore. I needed to prove myself that. If they are going to be my friends a measly 747 miles would not stop the friendship from occuring. Besides I have always wanted to simulate being white trash, I guess I could move to the South Suburbs, but I think the people in Schyukill county are a much better brand o trash. At least there nobody is fooling themselves into thinking they are something that they are not, I miss my front porch. The smell of Tremont after the rain storm is something else. The positive charged ions in the air and the freshness of the trees... I miss my mountain view, I miss my mountain home. I hope that one day I can return there permanently. Illinois has been kind, it has taught me what I didnt want. It has taught me who I am not. It has taught me that I can reach and not fall, It has taught me a lesson, What the lesson is I am not sure. I would think that the harshness that I came across with this evening remains to be see.

I wish i could find the word explain... I wish her to have all the love that she deserves without being abused. I wish her to find someone to complete her circle, draw on her strengths and feed her ever loving passions. I want her to have the life that was stolen for her, I would willingly give up mine for hers, because she deserves the chances that I have squandereed.

....Rage.... Rage against the dying of the light.

if that fails... change your identity declare a new direction and fall for the next thing that walks through your door..

I am trying to recall a poem that I had written before... I will find it and post it here.... Too bad my old power book was tainted... The well of emotion is dry.


Thanks for commenting on my blog.. your words are like the laxative I needed. Remeber lies make the baby jesuses cry.

What do you get when you mix lots of darts, and discussions of the brown tone? Actually nothing... I was surfing for the existence of the tone that when heard causes one to evacuate ones' bowels. and I came across this:

First of all, it really should be ODORLESS. If it is foul, then there is food that is rotting throughout the digestive tract better known as fermentation or decomposition. Usually stems from Bad Combinations of Food (once again, that was one of the reasons for The Food Combining Guide" … to avoid this almost entirely.) or even drinking a lot of fluids when you eat which makes a terrible strain on optimum digestion.

The best CONSISTENCY would be like that of porridge or thick oatmeal.
It should not be hard and logy or loose and watery! If it's hard and logy, then not enough fiber (no, bran doesn't get it) in the diet. This is one of the hassles of eating meat…NO FIBER! This is where we came up with the saying, "Eat Greens with Proteins" and of course that will also coincide with the 3 Commandments of Food Combining.
Watery Stools mean Diarrhea or some other problem usually with food poisoning or the like.

And above all they should not FLOAT! Too much gas in the stool when it floats. So there goes that "Stinky Floaties" hypothesis! Her presentation was superb and I would hear her again, but the science of her physiology was poor at best.

It has to be QUICK and EFFORTLESS! And each of us can relate to the times when we are in the restrooms in a restaurant or any other public restroom where you think the walls are going to come tumbling down with the person in the stall going through some changes just trying to void themselves. Boy Howdy!

Sometimes I wonder if Sigmoid Freud got the pleasurable sensation of a good bowel movement mixed up with a sex thrill or somethin' other.

And as I have mentioned in our Audio Series when I interviewed the Great Dr. Frank Sabatino in which he commented that there should be a church called, "The Church of the Immovable Bowel"! It's sad but so true. One to two minutes is long enough. We don't want you dozin' and drulin' in there!

Now many times should we go each day? The correct answer to that would be EVERY TIME WE EAT! But at least twice a day would be very healthy. I guess that's where we probably get the term, "BEING REGULAR".

One more thing about the COLOR: It should represent the color of the food we ate. Spinach will naturally have a greenish color, Beets will definitely be red no matter what else you ate and Carrots will have that color as well. But a universal color would probably be Greenish, Yellowish with slight tint of Brown. Almost picturesque you might say.

But don't get your camera there might be someone waitng!

Even though I made light of this most important subject, I would like to suggest that we take a more conscious effort of how we feed ourselves as Colon Cancer is the third most commonly-occurring form of Cancer (in both men and women). And since Cancer is the second major killer in our country with it positively being diet related, then we can breathe a sigh of relief knowing, not wishing hoping or praying but knowing that we are in control of that devastating problem in our society.

Okay that comes from this link: The Mysteries of a Good KAKA POO POO

I was oddly drawn to this page... only because the author actually used the words, BOY HOWDEE

On a somwhat brighter note, I went to IKEA today. I brought the Patsy... by her request... It was her first time, and considering her health she made it all the way across the top floor. which is almost the equivalent to walking through Walmart a couple of times.. she managed to buy what everyone that goes the IKEA for the first time buys... the 1.99 package of AA battery and a NON-stick pan and a rug.... yes a rug.. I was proud of her, she bought something to counter-act the early eishenhauer period piece of a the house... Yikes. can I say yikes a little louder. YIKEs!~!

Got another interview in the works... The past is still as bleak as the future, but at least there is maybe.

I took care of Pandoras box. I have a really good thought. Lies make the baby jesuses cry. Lies. I also realized something really incredibly proufound. That is the place you leave is bound to change with time. There is very few exceptions to this rule. Scratch that I think is more of an axiom. The stream of time has somehow managed to create an envelop around Tremont PA, specifically the house. Time moves at half speed. Upon reentry to the normal flow of time your body must speed to up make the transition. Its not a connection that can be explained with words. Those who have experienced the beautiful thing clammor to return. The power of such a simple place heals all that walk through its arches. A simple abode that appears to be nothing from the street except a simple row home that draws space within to heal the family, or people that have become family, Forgiveness doesnt even needed to be asked for it is given without exception. Amazing to those who refuse to accept. You were fashionable sensitive, but too cool to care...... Some comment on the weather. Tearing me apart... and your thoughtless words are breaking my heart.... breaking my heart... That jewel interlude brought to you by the ressurection of my MP3 collection. It may not be as cool as some... but guess what It doesnt matter. I spent alot of time with the chairman..... Its cool to be considered a freind for a change as opposed to the cause of a problem. I think there is a possiblity to have another decade plus relationship.. To replace the broken ones that have caused, me to have that emptyness Wait not emptyness but the abscence of pain... Finally I am who I am without being judged. Its down to just the people in my immmediate family. Jealously direct and pissed because I am able express the feelings that have been buried for almost half a century. Why do you bother reading this? Why is it so important? Do you really think this about you? or your boyfriend? Whatever you need to tell yourself to act the way you are I feel sorrow for you. The grave you have dug for me is not going to be used today. I wouldnt give you that power of me and my future. No matter how much you want to hide behind self-actualization, Tony Robbins, Desousa, or any other human potential movement star you should develop your inner voice for yourself, Nobody else. Not cuz I say so, Not cuz Mommie or Daddie or anyone else says so. It doesnt matter if I ever see talk, or interact with again. The stains you have inflicted on your own soul is not my responsiblity to bear. Its yours. I can walk away with a clean conscience. and I can here the harumphing when you read this. Its okay, I think I am allowed to indulge. after all this is my blog, and the likely hood of me taking the blog down is almost non-existent. I like here, They like it here We all like it here, Nobody is forcing you to click your little Ibook and goto this page, how do I know, Conformity is something that comes very naturally to you. Free thought is not something that comes easy to you. What happens now that I am gone...whose the new villain? I am glad my tenure is gladly completed. I have discovered something in my sojurn to East coast and back. Life is made of choices and consquences. I have perfectly capable of owning up for the responsible for my actions. Can you say the same? No amount of psychology classes with give you the edge your looking for. Dont be foolish enough to make that mistake. Knowledge is only the first steping stone of enlightenment. I dont expect you to know this until you discover it on your own. I barely have the grasp of this and I have seen much more of the world's offerings. Age has a tendancy to do this to you. I want to thank you for teaching my the lessons that you have, Some of them are so simple that that you wouldnt even believe them if I mentioned them here. Some were so mind altering that I dont often offer this but the have changed the path of my life forever. Anyway this blog isnt always about you. Its not even always about me. I glad you were able to take down poopfish because you think I was reading to keep tabs on you. News flash my life is a bit more complicated than that. Personally your blog should be for you and you alone. What ever your convincing "YOU" are these days. All the negative rhetoric that is directed about me, is sad. My first impression was the correct one.

Much like bill clinton, history will be the judge of what has been said on behalf of everyone involved. I wish that you and yours get whatever you deserve. Plain simple, directly. Please do not continue to assume that my passiveness is weakness. I have an infinite amount of patience and when they are exhausted I will not act. I wont have to Time is the imortal equalizer. I will travel where I want when I want.
I dont need to compete for pity here. Life is what you make it. Families much like the spaces we try and hold together change, sometimes this change is not realized until its not too late. Walking into Downtown Disc made this crystal for me. With closing of their doors, I realize Dekalb much like me has changed its no longer the friendly place to live, I have outgrown the land of corn. Its almost to say, that playground no longer holds any interest. I thought it would be hard to come back and visit and relive memories of more than 10 years. and I figured out that is not who I am anymore. I say this for my own benefit. That pond is out of oxygen and its time to move into the ocean. My fond memories are rooted in Extreme sports boy, and Lincoln and Remos and Jenny and Sara and Matt, Ate Rhoda and all those people that made my stay @ NIU that much more richer.
Whatever, Fine, so be it. When I fell from the Pedestal and it broke and I woke up with a concussion, I realized that I have been on a two year path of self-involved binge fest. Thats over I am taking my resposiblity for the things I need and I going to weather the storm, No matter how much the manipulation of nature you think is possible the key is that the Achilles heel must be the same for me to fall. If you feel that is your only course of action so be it. I just want you to know I knew exactly when it all fell apart.... you do too, the connection was poisoned and it showed through... and I was too self involved to bother to revive it. Thats all in the past The question on the floor why bother with facade? I dont expect an answer, it doesnt matter, and I really dont care. Thats the best part of time, it does heal all wounds, and no matter how you think you have devisated my life, I have felt worse by much more important people.

I should manage to put in some metatags someday... I think its pretty cool the audience for the blog grows with the weeds in the yard. I think highest compliment I could be paid was to be told I had a touch of Hemmingway... At least I got some of the vital atttributes pegged...(tank-ass, High self opinion. etc) However I look at other's blogs any only think that mine my look too polished. After all, typos aside, my mood has not improved. Its still dark, its not for the past, but its for the future.

Found Pandoras box today.... I deliberating if I am going to open it. I think I just might. Beware.

So I just got back from a really good coffee with my friend. Among the important topics of discussion we feel that have a responsiblity to create a Top number of 80's films that everyone should see... Kinda like AFC Top 100... but I think much more relavant to us Gen Xers... There is a list started, but I will only publish this after we fully define our criteria. We also discussed doing a where are they now with a coulple of people. The person we thought of was the blonde haired dude that was in Karate Kid and Back to School as the Jock "villian" His name thanks to the IMDB website is William Zabka... or Billy Zabka and apparently he is still getting work... I think I already know too much about this guy... Yikes... Theres also a motion on the floor to start this 80's list with 1978, because too many movies were really good in 78 and 79. Although looking some of the movies that I thought were 78-79 were actually 1980 (Blues Brothers) if you have any criteria ideas submit them here or email them to me... Anyway... Its always good to get a kick in the pants from my friend she reminds me that I have a brain and I need to use it more often. Uncomplicate my life, and remove those things(people) that make me angery, sad etc, and fill it with people who dont. Thanx......

What a great party. That was sooo much fun. I spoke to an old friend this morning, and she worried because our ships kept passing in the night. Talk about enlightend conversations. She is always good for taking the conventional turning it on its ear and making you look at things skewed. She is like Bifocals for my SCOT VISION. She too is on trial with jesus, along with not being saved... I think that we should rent the microbus... fill it with some good libations(see I can use 50 dollar words tooo) and hoist a few.... (Shout out to the made for TV movie star and his extreme sports.) and Drive it straight to Hell. Because we had a discovery, that you can do and say anything you like if your saved by Jesus... Accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior... Things I also learned that families are NUTS. The best thing I love about my Kimmmiiiiieeee is that is probably one of my most smartest friends, who is intellegent enough to see people for who they really are, are dont need to biased to make their own judgements.

So I am going to blantantly steal this from a much wiser person than I. Here goes:


Revelation of the day
. . .pondered while I was in the pond. . .

A revision of an old proverb:

- Boring people talk about themselves.

- Insecure people talk about others.

- Conspicuous consumers talk about things.

- Educated people talk about books.

- Intelligent people talk about ideas.

- Enlightened people don't talk much. They listen.




We're all at least a little of each.


Goo Kimmmmmeeee Go...... Kimmeeee

If you have come back to town to take stock of your life, I say leave your livestock alone, Its past. Look toward the future. This coming from a man now dressed in a TOOGA.... TOGA TOGA TOGA!!! yesh I am headed to a toga party. Hopefully, I wont get blasted too hard and end up flashing the boys to everyone like when I dressed as Brittany Spears.... memories right kids thats always something we all wanna remember? Anyway... gotta give credit to Minnie Driver again... Wow, isnt my life pathetic. At least I dont wish I drowned on the titanic, because of daft bitch hogging a big ole victorian door. According to my friends I am broken and I can not not provide sympathy sufficiently... wooosh... off to the party... I only wait for Dingy and the Limbo.... or Horny Goatee Weed.

As I was pushed through a plate glass window this morning at three am. Or at least thats what it felt like when I heard my cell phone ring in my dream and all the quiet was broken, My thoughts were no longer my own, I felt the cold harsh reality of night touch my expose foot from under my covers and I realized that my phone had rung, Panicked, no knowing which bed I awoke from, I jump out of bed and flew across the room and realized that I was stuck in Glendale Heights, somehow miraclously I would have thought that Tremont or even DeKalb would have been. I think that symbolically DeKalb represents the past, and Tremont represents the future. Glendale Heights maybe limbo, maybe something else, I am not really sure, I did know however I didnt want to be woken up to be informed that McDonalds didnt not serve a full menu at 3am. I guess that gets filed in the useless fact section of my brain. Whaddaya thunk? I also finally was able to purchase one of my favorite movies, Grosse Pointe Blank. and To quote the great Minnie Driver, Where are all the good men dead...in the Heart or in the Head?.....
I sit here watching bad PBS, and pondering this question further: Will I ever reach enough escape velocity from here to get away from all of this? I like the analogy of the plate glass window. I was informed this week that I was on trial with God for my indisgessions, to this I say, "SMITE me almighty SMITER!" who cares if its spelled right or not?
Its been such a long time that someone has wanted to fix me. Fix me for all the wrong reasons: THIS JUST IN:::::: psycho beach party has started.... and me without my sunscreen.... more on that later.

I was cubed tonight. That was pretty scary. For those of you have never been cubed I found it highly worthwhile. I shared some of my writing, I was told I had a touch of Hemmingway. I was flattered.... I dont think Hemmingway and I should be compared, I just write things I think about everyday. A field of black orchids. A stable of nightmares. Dreams of undying pain and sadness. Will you make it stop? If you know how call here. I think you know the number if not, then call information the number is in the book under: Forget about it. thats right forget about it.

Funny as it may seem, The primary audience for this blog is myself. Those few people that actually have this link, may think that its all about them, and it really isnt. Its about me. Its about how I move through this world and the damage I choose to inflict on the planet. I can honestly say that I hope all of you enjoy this prose, it makes me feel more centered, its like a true friend, unconditionally I can write whatever I want and it is okay, no judgements, no scars, No lies. Its all me. So get over yourself, its not always all about you, Its just simply why things are this way. Comment if you dare, I really dont think your able, because if you did you would have to deal with the lies and deceit that you have created.

Why do I even bother?

Time to take responsiblity for my actions. It is my fault I am alone. It is my fault I am jobless. It is my fault that I have No Friends, It is my fault that I am alone, It is my fault that I am unemployable, It is my fault that my "friends" laugh about me behind my back, It is my fault that I am on trial with Jesus, It is my fault that I have no focus in my life. It my fault that my life has no direction and that I am living other peoples lives. It is my fault that I am alone. It is my fault that my family is broken apart, It is my fault that I am alone, broke and penniless, It is my fault that the only happiness I have ever had I left slip through my hands thrice. Kim is all my fault, Krista, Amy, Amy, Becky,Marci, Charlotte,Mary are all My fault. Its my fault that my back is in pain, Its my fault that Linda lost the list for the materials, Its my fault my grandmother didnt live, Its my fault that my mother is sick, its my fault that I have no relationship with my brother, its my fault I am alone, Its my fault that I drove everyone close to me away to protect myself, Its my fault that your not happy, its my fault that you were played, Its my fault I was played, Its my fault that the computer didnt work, Its my fault it rained, its my fault the clutch went, its my fault that Dennis went insane its my fault that Brenda and Patsy are not talking, Its my fault. This road I have put myself on is my own doing. I can not blame anyone but the man in the mirror.
Having said this Its time to say goodnight.

I wanna take the time to pay homage to some really great Blasting I found:

You'll breathe as free as you want, and keep on declaring, because you're speaking blindly to an open crowd that couldn't possibly care if I live or don't already.
~~~ Is this a cry for help or an advertisment for Teen Suicide Hotline... you tell me?.. How does one speak blindly? Wouldnt not be Speaking to a deaf crowd?

You're just too obsessed with losing and being the inferior one that your ego has burst.
~~~ Its not that my ego burst, Your just pissed because the half-assed voodoo that you work on all those poor shlups in Schuykill County doesnt work on me or my friends. I didnt jump like the mindless rabble that have following you. Please if anyone else has to live through one of your empty and hollow proclamations, empty threats to eldery women on their death beds. Wow your so intellengent, I wish I could live in Mediocrity like you? Tell me does Tiff, err wait, unhun Megan know about your dirty little cheating secret? Hmmmm... I bet she'd like to know that....
It's ok to cry, we all know you didn't love your dad, and we all saw through your plasticity (as you coined it so wondefully) at the services and the repetitive moronathon that was your fake sadness
~~ The great thing about my dad is that he knew I loved him. As for speaking to my plasticity, How about you Mr. They wont let me read what I want at the funeral so I will pout. Your one pathetic repressed Mother Fucker. Its sad. Fake sadness: I think the best example of this is that I saw our grandparents more than you and I lived 800 miles away. ..."The only people that mattered our now buried in the side of the hill" Revisionist history, you could be bother with them when they were alive so now you will mourn them? Your pathetic, the cool thing is you will carry that pain around for the rest of your life, Daddy see daddy do. Keep vigil at the grave when you could have celebrated their lives you prefer to celebrate their death... Yes you are right there was only 1 brazzo. and No clones. I am myself. Does the fac so tough you would face me.... instead you prefer to snipe. Grow up you little bitch, Fucking tree hugger wanna be.... t that I live in Tremont by choice piss you off? or the fact that I can move about the country aggrevate you? If you were

(Don't forget to give that dog you call an eight year college degree in "communications" a cookie!! Here boy! Here! Wait...which is the dog really?

~~ Your not done yet talk to me when you have a BA/BS.. Those people who live in glass houses just shouldnt. Obviously you havent realized that Patsy is better at slinging mud that Anyone one in your family. Yes I am a dog. you caught me.

Can you imagine driving someone to create such of hatred. Wow. I would love to Mystery Science Theater this post, but its shear artistry is worth commenting alone

very large headed hairy mongloid children with a twist of asian influnence. Thats what I see in the future. Some people think lifes' a bitch I think in this case genetics are.

Hey the posts have slowed down but I havent. A suspicous virus after the last string of posts. Is dishonesty a virus that infects us all? I wonder sometimes, I think it takes more energy to lie than it does to just simply tell the truth. I have a message for those who seek the truth. It was truly a sad day when I realized that you were ugly on the inside. No matter how much you try to fill the hole that lies in your soul you will never, because that hole is there to remind you that you are a sum of your experiences. Its much better than Kharma you see, Kharma is kind, that type of stain, or whole will never be filled no matter how much mea culpa is offered.

One of my very close friends informed me of something really really really really really funny. Not only do they know bannana hands they were his "special guest" the last time he was in town. After a long ardious conversation about Mr. Hands I came to yet another conclusion. Those who can, Do, Those who cant goto Bananna Hands seminars.

Hmmm... I am very suspect of getting a virus after my last series of posts. Yet another close friend caught their signifigant other lying and Cheating. I would know NOTHING about that......

Wow, talk about a fuctup day. A distress call, and being blown off durring the distress. Wow, this person will never learn... They think Kharma has been paid back, and well, she just did it agin. Its kinda fuct up. I was really hurt, and dissappointed but I put it into prespective, it amazing how taken for granted I have become. I think that is what is sad... I think this person should be written off. Maybe thats what this I need to disappear again this just confirmed there is NOTHING left for me here...except for the dog, Wow thunder is amazing... fifteen minutes with that mutt and I felt so much happier. More and More and More interviews. Maybe a job soon.

Strategies for Creating an Ordinary Life:

1.Lose your inner voice
2.Be satisfied with Medicocrity
3.Experiment with powers your Mind could possibly understand
4.Fuck with Kharma, Carma, Karma
5.Realize that the pain you inflict to others will someday be the pain you receieve.
6.Convince yourself by being taken advantage of your limiting your NOT posibilties.
7.Realize that Alice Walker was right when she wrote: Until you do right by me.... Everything you think of will fail.... Everything.
8.Much like IKEA furniture other swedish products look pretty on the surface but when put to the test fail miserably. I think you could say the same about people
9.Statistical Analsysis is just that manipulation of the numbers and you dont need an engineernerding degree to understand it.
10.Sometimes root cause isnt root cause.
11.In a desparate effort to be different one can loose their identitity in favor
12.If is also probably the most powerful word in the English language....maybe....
13. A good sidestep to achieving sucess is to take the short cut to mediocrity.

Please send me 999.99 for a complete set of Cds, and DVDs. If you add an additional DNA sample I will autograph the Set personally with my banana hands. or call 1-900-RU-NAIVE Operators are standing BY....

When something is too good to be true then it probably is. The valleys that were once filled with my tears are lush and green and plentiful. I wish you the best on your chosen path. as being an expert in being self-agrandizing when you need to use fifty dollar words words when a fifty cent word fits... show how little you grasp the message. Words are the crutches for disceprentant emotions...SEE SEE I just proved my point... nobody would use the word Discrepant in normal common language. Common language yes... because we all know when your head swells and the excess brain pressure is NOT relieved brain damage can occur. well multisyllabic words spoken here are needed to explain the story I believe. I could take a mental short cut and sum it up like this: If you have a swollen head, feel that your shit dont stink,(lean a little closer because roses really smell like booo oooo oooo) THANX ORACLE. and are trying desparately to fit your life into script, Its not going to get much better than it is now.
QUESTION FOR THE DAY?
If your given everything life, and have no concept of what it is not do something to please the provider of your life do you have the right to judge someone who pays their way and is sucessful on their own? A fan club is only good if you can keep up the rouse.... are you up to the challenge?

My muse has returned... Too bad the builder isnt around to appreciate it. The venomous me is back. but in a much more eliqouent way. Sometimes you just got to realize that that fancy foreign car that lust after so much is nothing more than a Shifty General Motors product marketed to midgets of the mental variety.

Does anyone read this? or are you all too busy out having your new cars washed? I am glad that the old addage still rings true: If you cant suceed, Settle for the next best thing. I hope my metatags are finding the auidence that I am so looking for...

Question of the DAY:
When you realize that you adjust yourself with the audience that your currently with does that make you a sell out or just plain small minded? Chamelions have NOTHING on you. I think you know who you are. at least the Blah Blah has come to terms with what she is going to become... can you say the same?

This blog has taken on a bit more of a sinister tone as of late. I think the mental flushing of the toliet has caused this. The further I get away from D day the better I feel about it. I do not understand why the extra effort in an attempt to destroy myself. That is what is sad. Thank god I got off the its all about me train. I can go back to assuming the role that I am expected have. First thing on the list is to set things straight in the family. Look out pilot here I come.

Driving home from the Cineaplex, I discovered how much a clear moon lite night makes me remember all things I try to forget. I remember how much I would like to tell everyone in my life that has pissed me off where to go and how to go there. I also discovered a few other cool inventions, Restraint for one, Know I have the ability to affect a change against my agressor(s) ***Newly Added*** I would have only said a agressor, but I have a good friend in the know... that well knows... I think deep down My friend is hoping that the dog comes off the porch to play. I picture den of mediocrity, a haven in which such witty topics of sucess are discussed, and whatever the latest craze in PMA that can be bastardized to the mindless drone of business person seeking sucess, Soft science indeed, I would think at the discipline is nothing more than a good pharse. Think outside the box, As long as your box is lined with 100 bills that notion is fine. I have discovered something, The bashing and trashing of me is nothing new. Seeking to harm me either. This experience is one that reminds me of blah blah and the builder, Nothing more than two discards desparate to convince themselves of their own self-worth. I often speak of karma. I truly believe that Karma makes everything better. All the time the vampire wasnt out there..... There vampire was within, right underneath my nose, and all of judgement I ignored. trying to convince myself of an other good intention.

As I lay on the beach I had a dream about you lying beneath the ocean of the sky. My soul begs for relief as the sky opens up and your tears fall upon me. You smile at me, and I know that what was once undo will be done. Where you simply breaking character or did you mean what you said when you said what you did? Of course, Time has never this kind to us. Time has never been an enemy. Time allowed us to walk down that path that day. The path that started in the dark and before we knew it we were standing at the top of the world. From above I looked at the stars and I saw the beauty in your eyes. When you look back at me you look deep into my eyes and saw nothing, an abscence of anything... in a instant I was transported by time to a place allowed me to be free without worry complaint or illness. Will you there on the otherside for me? Will they be there to meet you? Will time still be your friend, can you escape these bonds and still remember me? remember us? It would arrogant for me to think that Time will remain my friend. Realism dictates Time is nobodies friend more a concept of distance between this moment and the last. Distance from then to now. I seek and so ye find, I visited the river tonight. It is about to crest, and it is Time to wash the heartache and sadness away. A chance meeting with a new friend found an age old story being told. Thanks for your help, through you, I find a peace that is everlasting.

Oops I was posting lyrics, but that thought needed to be entered. Barren with the fields be. I know you know what I mean. What you want the most you shall never have.

Anyway heres what the fictious Rose Sang:


"The Rose"

Some say love, it is a river
that drowns the tender reed.
Some say love, it is a razor
that leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love, it is a hunger,
an endless aching need.
I say love, it is a flower,
and you its only seed.

It's the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance.
It's the dream afraid of waking
that never takes the chance.
It's the one who won't be taken,
who cannot seem to give,
and the soul afraid of dyin'
that never learns to live.

When the night has been too lonely
and the road has been to long,
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong,
just remember in the winter
far beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed that with the sun's love
in the spring becomes the rose.

Okay I dont know what is happening to this blog. but I feel the need to post the lyrics to the Rose. Yikes first the bible, then Dylan Thomas, I must be getting soft in my old age, either that or introspective. The cool thing is about this growth is I didnt have to pay for it. I didnt have to sit in some holiday inn at 1200 dollars a head for three days spouting off hacked up psychological theory, I dont need to overcompensate for jealousy of my sibling, I dont need to buy expensive things to complete my life. High School is over for me. I had friends in High School, that I DIDNT HAVE TO PAY to be my friend. My thoughts of the institution of marriage Will NOT be replicated because My parents on the surface have some idealic existence, I am creative enough to cut my own path. I am responsible enough to make my own money, My own dreams, and be Realistic to know Life isnt fair, Having had to survive on my own and NOT live off my parents Teet, I could see how someone who didnt would I am Negative, Realism is never nor positive it just is.
For being as omnipotent as your, you should know the affects you have on others come at a cost. Weight can be lost, minds can be healed, but no amount of plastic surgery can fix your problems.
The victory in war is only worth winning if The Spoils of War are not SPOILED.
Trailer trash doesnt need to live in a trailer or have a low income, occasionally you find it down in the suburbs of Chicago.

I know this email has made its way around a couple of times but I think I like it because it reminds me of my Grandma, or maybe my aunt. I share it hear because I think the meaning is very powerful:

Lovely Rose at 87

The first day of school our professor
introduced himself and challenged
us to get to know someone we didn't already
know. I stood up to look
around when a gentle hand touched my
shoulder.

I turned around to find a wrinkled, little
old lady beaming up at me with
a smile that lit up her entire being. She
said, "Hi handsome. My name is
Rose.

I'm eighty-seven years old. Can I give you a
hug?"

I laughed and enthusiastically responded,
"Of course you may!" and she
gave me a giant squeeze.

"Why are you in college at such a young,
innocent age?" I asked.
She jokingly replied, "I'm here to meet a
rich husband, get married, and
have a couple of kids..."

"No seriously," I asked. I was curious what
may have motivated her to be
taking on this challenge at her age.

"I always dreamed of having a college
education and now I'm getting one!"
she told me.

After class we walked to the student union
building and shared a
chocolate milkshake.

We became instant friends. Every day for the
next three months we would
leave class together and talk nonstop. I was
always mesmerized listening
to this "time machine" as she shared her
wisdom and experience with me.

Over the course of the year, Rose became a
campus icon and she easily
made friends wherever she went.

She loved to dress up and she reveled in the
attention bestowed upon her
from the other students. She was living it
up.

At the end of the semester we invited Rose
to speak at our football banquet.

I'll never forget what she taught us. She
was introduced and stepped up
to the podium. As she began to deliver her
prepared speech, she dropped
her three by five cards on the floor.

Frustrated and a little embarrassed she
leaned into the microphone and
simply said, "I'm sorry I'm so jittery. I
gave up beer for Lent and this
whiskey is killing me! I'll never get my
speech back in order so let me
just tell you what I know."

As we laughed she cleared her throat and
began, "We do not stop playing
because we are old; we grow old because we
stop playing.

There are only four secrets to staying
young, being happy, and achieving
success. You have to laugh and find humor
every day You've got to have a
dream. When you lose your dreams, you die.

We have so many people walking around who
are dead and don't even know it!

There is a huge difference between growing
older and growing up.

If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed
for one full year and don't do
one productive thing, you will turn twenty
years old. If I am eighty-seven
years old and stay in bed for a year and
never do anything I will turn eighty-eight.

Anybody can grow older. That doesn't take
any talent or ability. The idea
is to grow up by always finding opportunity
in change. Have no regrets.

The elderly usually don't have regrets for
what we did, but rather for
things we did not do. The only people who
fear death are those with regrets."

She concluded her speech by courageously
singing "The Rose."

She challenged each of us to study the
lyrics and live them out in our daily lives.

At the year's end Rose finished the college
degree she had begun all those years ago.

One week after graduation Rose died
peacefully in her sleep.

Over two thousand college students attended
her funeral in tribute to the
wonderful woman who taught by example that
it's never too late to be all you can possibly be.

When you finish reading this, please send
this peaceful word of advice to
your friends and family, they'll really
enjoy it!

These words have been passed along in loving
memory of ROSE.

REMEMBER, GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY.
GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL.

We make a Living by what we get, We make a Life by
what we give.

God promises a safe landing, not a calm
passage. If God brings you to
it, He will bring you through it.


....."Good friends are like stars........You
don't always see them, but you
know they are always there."