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but usually not this nowhourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00Self(ish)-------------------------------------------preservation-----------http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/625520========== Dearest..... Listened to an interview with Norman Mailer who died on the weekend. He talked about why he revealed the inner parts of him in print. "There are two ways to handle the side of yourself that you don't want to make too available. "One is to hide it which most people do. The...Who's that girl?http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/622346Dearest.... sometimes I can't decide which name. Can you deduce anything from the name I choose on a given day? Funny, a dentist told me lots of people ask for a smile like a fridge. You have them there don't you? Yesterday, you wanted the smile inside. I think (hope) you found it. Last night...Fit for a king...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/621920Dearest......... I read alain de botton on meritocracy and how in mediaeval times people who were poor were viewed as unfortunate whereas now they are viewed as losers. When all your money goes, there is continuing pressure to accept your reduced circumstances, to shelve your unrealistic dreams,...Leaky... \______ __/http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/619975Dearest...... \______ __/ The girl was dancing before...... Your eyes filling with water at the sight of your girl... the leaky roof. This tells me something of you. And why we have this..... (Thank you for telling me that.) XX (parts of letters that may, or may not, have been sent long ago or...The Ticking Clockhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/619366Dearest..... I got up very early and very briefly to write this morning about how Katy retrieves herself from being consumed by certain feelings...... Katy allows hope that she will see George. She tries not to leave him to wait in vain for she knows this feeling, and does not wish it upon him....Mad Science II ----------------------------------http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/617733Dearest......, In my previous note I was mid-thought then mundanity intervened. That note was rather unfinished. Funny, the quick switches we have from attending to the basic needs of others to our private thoughts. But one can think about all sorts of things while packing a lunch. Smile....Mad Science ---------------------------------------------------------------http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/617420Dearest.... The emotions of this, the feeling of tick-tock, ever present, sometimes at a crescendo, the vulnerability of opening one's heart to another: all of this is richer, deeper source of inspiration than anything contrived. A living experiment that we figure out as we go along. Sometimes it...Dealing with 'it'http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/617294Dearest.... One day I was sitting at my desk in the house on the hill above the shimmering blue sea, and city of spivs. It was an important night in my life because I had to make a decision about how to deal with "it". I had paced the floor, fumed a little. Did silence speak of the power? Or my...(No subject)http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/617082Dearest.. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX X X X X What is this power you speak of? (parts of letters that may, or may not, have been sent long ago or since)The Light Of My Smilehttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Unsaid/616794Babe, I really like talking to you. So I returned to the bar. It was jumping. I wrapped my fingers around my glass and raised it to my lips. Stomps off stage right. (parts of letters that may, or may not, have been sent long ago or since)