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cans of worms
monochromatic chiaroscuro grisaille galleries |
2007
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January... Roy recorded in July of last year. Love. spoken and felt not just for me, but for me and my children in all ways. Love.
Red and redder, pink penis and beautifull balls, his guys, mine. We would marry, if my children were not dependent on my poverty to get through college. He is all kindness and comfort. He is everything to me. He is the ONE.
I feel lucky and grateful, such a twist from the perrenial agnst. Without reservation he is with me and I with him. Six months. Doc's told him to have a good year.
Worries. Son joined the army during a time of war. In a couple of weeks I'll be 44. Staring at menopause, and it is staring back. Old, dreams
unachieved. Except for this love that I have. I wonder if I have to strive
for more. Life is now a semblance of peace.
Saity. For once whole again. I am in love. Madly, passionately in love.
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quotes from other writers... "No
love, No glory." ______________________________________ " F_ck you and your untouchable face. Who am ?, I bet you can't even tell me that. "F_ck you for exisiting in the first place. Who am I?" You look like a photograph taken from far, far away. What was I thinking, where can I hide? Who am I?"
You are an
asshole, as is. as is. When I said I'll take it I meant as is. ______________________________________________________ |
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for "who am I?" and get inner experience for a moment, it is
Dhyana. ______________________________________________________ |
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