9AM
and all is well.
Snakes
lack ears,
comes
word from the Disney Channel.
Poem
to Judy for Christmas, 1997
I
couldn't possibly say how much I love you and how much
you
mean to me.
All's
I can say
is
how much I look forward to seeing your face each
and
every morning,
knowing,
I'm
the lucky one.
I
love you Judy.
Merry
Christmas.
Christmas
Day, 5:37 PM
I don't think a phone call from you was too much to ask for, or
expect. I guess I was wrong.
Everyone says it's there age but I wonder. How could someone so
young know how to hurt like
that, then I remember why I left.
December 30th, 1997 in the morning at about twenty after eleven.
I
once said no, twice in diagrams:
Different
form, same function, but just like the diagrams show
the
form is different, and so are functions (it’s political).
People
behave as they are, not how we'd like
and
as changes occur, you shouldn't assume
the
future will be a continuation of the past.
Some
people like to think they're not special
and
that when they move along
those
left behind
will
be fine, taken care of by themselves
as
well as the fine intentions of “the following”.
This
is not true because the basic assumption is false.
Some
people are special, and their absence is vacuum.
I'll
never understand why some people are where they are,
while
others are wasted by the ones who know not what to do,
nor
who they are.
Arriving,
they have no thoughts
but
those they steal from others.
Pardon
me but that's not management.
There
are other words for that behavior.
Simplification
is the way
and
can be defined by those knowing the
path,
and
the true have no time to waste,
yet
are wasted with the struggle for control.
There
is, really, no such thing as control.
There
is only the way,
known
by the few.
