blank slate the denial of human nature

I dreamed I put on Kilbeys shoes which were striped and one size to big. Mark seemed concerned: though to me they fit just fine, & I doubted steve would even notice.

ancient archytype

I saw him before I saw him....he looked me over to see if I was the one....goatee its no mistake.....he was above looking down...does he posess the power...his gaze said.....

Through my hands......A painting made, perhaps a connection to life, perhaps an age old phenomenona' as famous songwriter & lyricist- bass player & painter expressed @ http://www. thetimebeeing.blogspot.com
....how after his dad bought him his first bass guitar- an old black man 's spirit overlapped w/ his.....all of sudden he was slapping the strings.....getting into fights...but he taught him the bass.....perhaps "chris" isn't the painter spirit but my own..I feel I've an old spirit....as in my youth ..never fealt quite youthful....a seriousness that goes with maturing seems to be an underlying impression...But no memory of living or direct awareness of it.vision of my..... if ya die early..ya wannacome back....no Od is a comfortable way to pass.
suicide is asking for more misery. lifes so sad that jumping off the golden gate is a decision for so many. The Bridge a documentry on jumpers is quite heart wrenching...wind surfers below....enjoying life to its fullest....few feet beyond a body splashes followed by a flair.

Ior death is ever going to make u satisafied...you take ur addictions w u.......he told me I was powerful.....perhaps my power creates a connwction to thinhs like paimting ......I fealt a taste of death my painting says death....the first person remarked........-
how much there is...but death is nothing big.....hard to telll ur gone except u can fly...but noone can hear u...i imagind fimding someone who senses u to be a find....as I'd be loneley as hell.....hes a good guy.....my friend chris.....better friend thañ annyone ;alive in my life.I know.....he looks out for my spirit and knows to not scare..as once I sont like....but he's not always here.....he comeßs now'n than.....mystery unfolded a bit mo
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goodnihht..and googluck
B Raine& Chris

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My Father by Mark Merrill