| it may seem to be insignifigant jarble, but i have deciphered it as the vital "carrot" to my
"snowman"...or snowwoman in this case i suppose...
i will quit this babbling and lead you to the goods.....:
'out of the dreary sameness of existence, a measure of dramatic life may be drawn.'
Henrik Ibsen
(this man was a Norwegian dramatist whom passed this lasting data on to James Joyce who then later passed this on to me via novel.)
so i now pass the "carrot"down to you...
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| this is a challenge...
an art of balance...consisting of the two parts ,
trying to find that happy meduim of mediocracy...
is this the usual...is this the challenge...
"as i walk along , the supposed golden path"...
i will consider this all, and remember this is all a game... |
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| the last...coudn't have been better....
the smokey waters,
the couples and the loner with his cigar...
couldn't have asked for more...
...now ...my being is pervaded by drowsy effects
of prison and the freedom that tolls outside...
....don't worry..we will fly... |
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| i felt ...the warm embrace...
rich and full...
verrückt in our own way..
nevertheless...
we won't be held back by the man...
this duo never ends...not even the amazon can stop us... |
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| Planning is now out of the question...
i find life is much more fun "taking it day by day"...(gotta love Boston)
i feel perfectly content....with the exception of a serious disease i like to call ,"BeccaLackasyndromosis"....i have an appoint with Dr. Shertzer tomorrow...pelvic exam perhaps?...
SAUFEN!!!! |
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