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The flight.2002-04-15 - 9:39 a.m. I can see myself today. In the mirror. When I look down at my arms and feet. I see what is there. I see what I let myself be (taking appropriate responsiblity). It is pulling oneself out of that mess of a dilemma, admitting my faults and accepting (loveing--the word that stings); it is the difficult end. And I have to end in order to begin again. And it is all very scary. All very sudden. All so easy to become a wash in the world I occupy. But transcention, evolving and becoming is ending, finishing and beginning someone new. and this is my creation. A new project. Something instead of nothing. The flight. Ascension from the murk. My daily struggle. Weighty, surpurfluous. something new - 2004-09-28late night - sexually deprived - excuse the breast beating. - 2004-07-23 an obession on the boy. - 2004-07-19 an obession on the boy. - 2004-07-19 poo - 2004-07-08 � � |