Thursday, April 22, 2004
There once was a boy who lived up the hill...
and somehow he never fit in...that's the story you hear over and over again in the rooms where alcoholics and addicts meet ot console each other on the loss of their love, and it's true as far as it goes, but the flat crescent of silver in the sky tonight tells another story. The story of normalcy...
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I'm going to go outside, smoke a cigarette...
Contemplate the Cheshire Moon (my favorite phrase for my favorite phase), much more suited to reflection than the bright madness of full, and think about getting high. Not about actually doing it, no, I'm beyond that at least for today, but about the what of it, the rush of it and the why of it....
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I just inserted paragraphs to make last post intelligable...
peace...
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Here we go again...Good and Evil are all about us...
Good and Evil. The fruit of the Tree of the knowledge of good and evil has been getting mankind in trouble for a long time; I used to believe that good and evil were relative, and they are to a certain extent in that all of us have a bit of each in our souls. The main diference in my opinion though...
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