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20140812_Maerietta, GA Thoughts and (for self or for others)

Often, I casually note that I am accepting some parts life’s outputs. And then discover that life has just flung me into next-week or to another land of infinite placeholders.

Yes, there are waves of syrup, slow, filling, sticking, flowing; covering me; yet I remain: unknown. But now I have become a private citzen; entitled to all rights and star nards, and the many responsibilities. We tremble through this interlaid of time, for we live on a flat schedule;… no the ridged schedule is but truly variable, malleable, and open to change; For some the sake of the change is the transference point of beautify, but there is some change due to due the process of the planning; other change is random, and unplanned, jut happing, it happens. Such dense notes, words and sounds, and routines; all marching to mock the light colors we fly with pride.

But where we feel and see efforts beyond temporary indulgence; to where we see and feel hear and touch this \\

I lost all my poet speak and phrases. Now only commands, questions, apologies…

If no connection, or of a degree that is not apparently up it the expected standard for the anticipated tasks at hand. Do we make do? Who makes do? How? What is short-changed? What is a mutual agreement of making-du with less of the idea? How decides? Who accepts?

I don’t know who to ask; who can offer opinions with a grain of value’’

Who can offer direction and guidance, or perhaps we establish a regular form or communication…??

I have noting to say and no world to save; But I see injustice and am driven to dp the roght thih – for once and for ever.

20140812_11:52

Looking back I get the glimpses of per non-stop frenzy. Seemed we were always going somewhere or doing someing. I think where pelple were around. Excelpt whenI got overly paranoid.

My mind played tricks on them and I thought I could cotroll all thouse around me. I I had such big plans and thoughs but could not execute on the plans.

I just needed one or two guys to make mucsic with an d we had a song to tell.

Who does this darth go to? Or is it for me only…. We’ll layout history and follow it abount.