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I have been infrequent in updating this blog so I am going to give you an empty promise and start updating more.

Why…good questions, how many people even read this?

Sprint: Plug into Now..

This is cool, who know how realiable this is but this is cool

Yes I thought I would jump on the band wagon before it got to late. not even sure how to let you know how to “follow me”

I saw the article about twitter on a magazine, time or something, and thought about it, then did it.

Day 3 of owning a home, love it so far, but am really excited to sleep there.

I sit and watch 2 hours of survivor man, movies about a nuclear holocaust, and Zombie movies when the last people on earth are trying to survive. Why does this entertain me so much, what is it about movies like Red Dawn that make me feel like putting together a “what if that happened” kit. I dont know but, maybe I should be prepared. Just in Case

do you???

if i could just sit in a hammock and drink a glass of wine i would love it.

I work again. I am so tired of it. I am at the end. I think I may explode tomorrow. So please don’t be around me when I do I will be a jerk to you all. I escape through books at night to make myself forget I have been in a hole working.

When its so cold, and you want to just tighten all your muscles to keep in the warmth.
Just let go. Loosen up, its not that bad and your body wont ache.

 

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R. M. Rilke

Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed me against his heart, I would perish in the embrace of his stronger existence. For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure and are awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us. Each single angel is terrifying. And so I force myself, swallow and hold back the surging call of my dark sobbing. Oh, to whom can we turn for help? Not angels, not humans; and even the knowing animals are aware that we feel little secure and at home in our interpreted world.