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September 2002
09/05/02 -Last night I had a dream that my ex-wife was nice,
her and my girlfriend were getting along great. My ex
wouldn't talk about my daughter, but she genuinely seamed to
want to be friends outside in the night. There was a dead kitten
in the attic probably died at birth, in the back of the crawl
space where no one ever went; so no one ever knew. She told
me to give up rights, and to always pay, I knew then it was an
act. I knew she never cared, she turned to my girlfriend and
threatened her, so I had to step in... That is the dream I had last
night.
09/25/02 -What of the wind demon of the north and the sun
smiles of the south in the idiosyncratic diplomacy we face as
we deceive ourselves. This night is the night of demons
prayers, and devils delight the night that heaven dies and weak
see wright. In the midst of shadows past comes a voice of
kingdoms past and prays the night for light. This is the master
of the old dominion in shadows past, and the key to the
kingdom... come from past of future fight, at the mercy of my
hand and blood to shake the reverence to the light. So seek in
kingdoms far and abide by my law for mans divide, the
children of light seen in darkness understand will of light and
the murderous rage instilled tonight. What have you paid or
prayed for right when in your head, was all in sight. So mind
you karma, can not abide of this rage will soon decide the
helpless race so inside the of burdens laved and victims cries,
for what I ask... Without reply, you do your job, or you will...
In any case without reply what comes of this can not die, in
circles formed of burden blind, and the children of the new
men mind.
For the lost may die, but of this make justice for natures ways
have now touched us, and the shivering of lust within us find
hope in lost kingdoms abroad. Why not walk into the light...
Find purity, find right? Or is that not a mad eliption, of
burdened pride without affliction, and that for sure I know as
fiction. Lust not to the stars, or of their order...it is lost the
condemnation.
09/28/02 -To life, of burdens spent on wasted effort... pride,
wealth, knowledge, -> to avail the life that does nothing but
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complicate itself... Breed wrath from the evolution of stars,
why? To insure procreation, to maintain the blood line... or
security? To no avail... The Children of Palestine sleep well in
the knowledge that the world weeps for them, as the Tanks of
Israel role over them. But on the news we hear of minority
member who got a good job as a cook. Good for him? Or a sad
state of affaires that is such a big deal. What is it about a battle
that makes us feel alive? The life you feel when you face
death, or the pride you feel when know you have overcome.
This is not the point or the definition of a war torn world on
the verge of peace, but the world goes on, as does human life.
This is only another chance for mankind to try again. Does it
matter, is there a point anymore? Can we judge all of mankind
by our hopes and fears... Yes we can. But our judgment is only
a reflection of our own lives and the devastating fact that, life
is hard. The complication for self judgment as the only
relevant judgment. I can not walk away unscaved. So I
implore you... Then this is only the beginning and someday
the beginning of the end, but for us is it not just the blink of an
eye for eternity and even eternal concepts are born and die.
This on the back of the news of encryption as if we didn't
know. But still I grow weary of this struggle... But can not
leave or retire... this struggle is my life and beyond it there is
nothing. <+_> What ever that means.