Mon 02 Sep 1996 21:00
moreover, I could not be with any of them until I have a future.
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it was ggod to see Diana mc

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Mon 02 Sep 1996 12:00
9.2.96 hey all, Monday
Hey all, it is just another day,
I've been living time and time again
Hey all, it is just another day,

and remember,

The same thing could be said for certain thoughts.
the more often we produce the same thoughts and entertain certain feelings, the more often they will be experienced in the future as it now takes very little to set off the whole chain of events.

The whole chain of events.

So, what's up? What is the deal, why are you reading this? Really, tell me. I want you to show me what the room around you looks like.

I want you to tell me why you're reading this instead of thinking on your own.

You should be daydreaming. What are you thinking?

Explainable by the convergence theory of communication.

the more you read this stuff, and the less you've thought on your own, the more you converge to me, the less different you are.

Of course this becomes a problem if you go off your own way that you are so divergent that your ideas are not of interest to any of the people around you.

In fact, if you create your own language, It could be come difficult to understand you.

It is only a problem if you've seen it that way, leonardo, joyce,

Evita Peron. She is the Argentina
Evita peron.

Time.

Physical. We both want it, but we are not both so comfortable,
because we know this is for a time.
And if some other way, some other person I could see so often.

Please, Please,

Make her secure.

me. There you go.
there are so many people.

How can she go on, this surface. this Thin surface.
How long has it been since you've cried.

Years. You are not living.

Well, well, we stay where we are until the time takes us deep and why is it with her because the feelings there, the crying is and can it bring her out smiling then
saying now.
new time fealyring slheited aheit wahieyn. ehairg Agehrisn.

How neoahr llkdoshe lahfoe tnelsy  ahelsy dheis thaieeeis ealiegt eihfleos ealljehsi eeidhtge sletinelaon egaoelirnw oeakahei neiaihdoen aooeiirn igidien aidien aogeindoagein ofoeoneir owheino Pnelahei lwien dlaien lfoeh..

Oeanll aodgeie fie, wgaies geidme. Oehaifle aapenoetn. aoetlajlkjiwn..wlaofe

you are not living

The physical is
a.
needed by both
b.
the conditions are not right
for both

the condition for both,
is forever
is your eyes.

that is the condition.
your eyes.


feeling..
the condition for both is forever.
Is the time

It would be so nice, and you have the time for it.
But I could not in good faith be so close,
because I feel the end.
I know the talk can go on.
No where really, but it is sustainable, by you apparently.
Hey silence.
Give me her.
Well, tomorrow she comes again.

So why am I typing away? I like to, this is fun, I could go to bed or I could construct my paper. But I enjoy this, for whatever reason. Because I know you're reading it. Because I see the white letters move across the screen as the ink dries. Because

Look there, see the lights, see the pink sky, girl you live in your head. There is there is so much more and that is why, that is why all, Brad, I think his name is,

and Kelly is the one with the violin.

Hear the sound, what are you thinking, present.
Oh, I'm thinking nothing, there is this feeling, this small time when you go on
try to tolerate the struming

It is good to know our soc can produce a person so sane.

Content with what is to be done.

She will not mind me, it seems. Tolerant.

I am escaping my randall,

I charred the potatoes in the microwave and he smells like smoke.

He does smoke.
Vis, he is a liar.Vis I do not speak to him.

Vis he moves out at the end of the month.

Vis I smell like smoke, and am discontent.
Vis. I have additional stress.
Vis I just ate so I am not as happy as it is late and food is a poor thing.

So I woke up this morning and got out of bed and put my shoes on and walked up the street to the university. I did not sing as much.
I got to the water and saw people fishing with lights.

The sky lightened as I moved around into various positions.
I thought of
Rebecca came and we put our stuff in the old canoe house.
We jogged up the hill and
across the bridge.
And now my stomach does not feel so happy becuase there is cheese in it, and I am distraught that I live with this person.
And I ignore my situation.

So I woke up this day and put on my shoes
Then I took my shoes off and put on my shirt.
Then I took my shorts off and put on my shoes.

Then I put my shorts on and took off my hat.
I couldn't find my hat then, so I took off my shoes
while I looked for my hat. I found my hat behind the white dresser in the space under the bottom drawer. It was a little dusty.
I put on my hat and put on my shoes.
Then I went outside. I tripped on the vine growing across the stairs and fell, as I went up the stairs.
I was fine, and went on.
At the top of the stairs I started walking on the grass. I didn't know it was grass, i assumed it was because of all the times it had been grass before. But soon, I was on the concrete sidewalk.

I quickly left the sidewalk for the black rough roundedness of the asphalt street. I walked with care as I was afraid that a car should turn on me. But none did.

At the top of the hill I passed the phone booth with a nod to all the great men who had made phone calls in that booth, and a nod to the woman who had smashed it to pieces with something. And a wave to the black man who had put new glass in and replaced the red sign.

I crossed the street, and went by the green metal utility box where some books had been stacked a few mornings before, and by the open windows in which a cat sat, and which once had let music pass through which may have played from a radio all night.

I turned on to the street with the flashing red lights and several stop signs, where the night before several cars had driven by. I had not seen them though. I could tell because this was a road, a paved one, and this place I lived in frequently saw cars. Actually I had not seen them, but I could be sure, because that is how it always is. Several cars always drive by. It is unfortunate.

I walked by the house where I had once seen black people go in. I walked by that house.

I am reminded of car alarms I have heard, by my Randall, who now puts batteries in the smoke alarms, although he is unfortunately demented. This is unfortunate. I do wish everyone were sane.

I am reminded that by the exercise of certain emotions and feelings, we make make them easier to happen again. I am reminded that if I constantly practice despairing, I will despair.

I see that the more joyful I am, the more joyful I will be. But being joyful is unfortunate. I would much rather be lonely, aimless, wandering and purposeless, and that is why I pretend to be. Unfortunately this is all perception. Any black haired person can see that my mind is clouded by the smell of burning smoke.

Oh, jeeze. this is wonderful. Any ways,

So I scrubbed the burned pot and took off my sweater and folded my flab, for these are importante things to think about.

I will leave you now and say good night for it is late and late is poor.

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