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The brave don't live forever. The cautious don't live at all.--shango
 
Take 2 of these and call someone who cares, like you and poetry!

Howdy howdy all!!!

 

Well today I worked the day killer (11-7) and afterwards I went a-drinking with some friends at a great mexican bar near where I work, I have not laughed so freaking hard in my life in a LONG ass time. I sorely needed it too--laughing REALLY is the best medicine.

 

I wanna say THANX a million to everyone who gave their insights and suggestions on research and diagnosis on the subject of alzhiemers...I have done a ton of research and spoke to mom briefly about holding off on the panic button until a full battery of tests gives us the whats and whys...Ya'lll are pretty cool...'preciate ya!

 

Okay. Lets get down to business folks...I have to seriously tweak my 5 year plan in order to get back on track with the stuff I wanna do and so I have to really plan things to the letter for tha to happen...welcome to high gear folks...frankly I am pretty syked even though my concetration has to be whipped into a more streamlined kinda vibe..no worries...that's how I roll...

 

AHHHHHHHH

Mariah Carey at the Toyota Center 9/14/2006

And yes...yours truly will truly be in the HOUSE! I don't care how crazy she is I still love her screaming ass to pieces!!! Work it Mariah! I am not mad at you girl!!!

 

Anyway..how about some poetry...here goes....(thank you, thank you, thank you doll)

 

My Love At the Shutting of this Door At Night

My love, at the shutting of this door of night

I ask of you, love, a journey through a dark pound:

shut out your dreams: enter with your sky my eyes:

stretch out in my blood as if in a wide river.

 

Goodbye, goodbye, cruel clarity that was dropped

into the bag of every day of the past:

goodbye to every gleam of clocks or oranges:

welcome oh shadow, periodic friend!

 

In this boat, or water, or death, or new life,

one more time we unite, slumbering, resurrected:

we are the marriage of the night in the blood.

 

I don’t know who lives or dies, sleeps or wakes,

but it is your heart that delivers,

to my chest, the gifts of the dawn.--Pablo Neruda

 

Goddess Bless

 

 

 
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