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Sometimes, I close my eyes, and I see the waters.....

Or, the boring life of a Gulf coast Texan, trapped in Tennessee.

8 April 1987
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     So this, for whatever it's worth, is my journal. . . . In it you will find a variety of the things I think and choose to reveal, in varying degrees of disclosure. If you're just some sort of stranger stumbling along to this spot, then you'll probably only get to read my silly and/or offensive posts. If I've friended you, or if you give me a reason to friend you, then you'll move up to the next level: inner workings of my boring life. Finally, if I like you or even if I don't, but still think you're worth "writing to" then I'll move you up to the inner circle (such as it is), and you'll get the full story of. . .well, of me. Don't think that you'll ever see pictures of me or anything like that. If that's what you're looking for I suggest one of the chubby girl cam groups.
     Like I says, for whaddeva it's worth.
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"I reject their images of me."
And I, wanna be there
I wanna go back down--and get high
By the sea there. . .
With a tin cup -- for a chalice
Fill it up -- with red wine
And I'm a chewin'. . .
On a honeysuckle vine
: )And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on. . . .
     Of course the above really doesn't tell that much about me (well it does, but it's kinda obscure and not that easy to piece together). If you're really that interested I can interpret it for you, but not here. Below this drivel that you're reading now are my interests; again, they are obscure but if you're bright you can probably get a pretty good idea about me.
     I know a lot of people like to say "add me and I'll add you back;" I make no such guarantees.

     "For your next level of enlightenment, you must answer our riddle," They said.
     So I did what I'd done for the first seven levels; I approached someone on the sidewalk.
     "What do the words beast, trash, plunder, lout and rex have in common?" I asked the man in the grey suit.
     "Once," he said sadly, "I was the Chorus of Greek tragedy. The Chorus was omnipotent. I could topple nations with a word, bring men to life or death, reunite lost loved ones, or slay heroes with no hope of recourse. I could make ten years pass in a single couplet."
     I got the feeling that he wasn't going to give me my answer, but I didn't want to be rude.
     "Today, the chorus has a humiliating role. The chorus is expected to echo the words of the lead singer. The protagonist is without a world to give challenge, just a sycophantic team of yes-men. What is left for a hero in a world already conquered?"
     I snarled a reply, "I can spare no pity for those who complain that their hold on omnipotence is obsolete. Water will always erode stone, and I spare the stone no tears."

alcohol and strong drinks, all those twinkling stars, alternate victory conditions, atheism and ungodly stuff, baruch (benedict) spinoza, beauty, being held tight, being high as hell, being totally shitfaced, belts, better than snow: sand, boots, bracelets, bright sunshiny days, buffy the vampire slayer, captain morgan, chatting online, classical and romantic music, clothes and fashion, clubbing, clubs, colors, combat memoirs, coming out, constant bitching and complaining, crayons, creed, cute lil fuzzy kittens, damn bouts of depression, dancing all damn night, dark and grim humor, darwinism in action, days of summertime, decline of civilization, denying my fate, dreams of something better, drinking too much, eating pills of ecstasy, enjoying the quiet, eyes tracing the skyline, f*ck the world, facing the harsh truth, fear and self-loathing, gazing into her eyes, grammar and proper usage, having my picture taken, head over heels somtimes, high-quality music, history, history and civilization, honesty, humanism and other xenophobias, humor, i'm a recovering catholic, intelligence and intellect, jimmy buffett, john locke and liberty, kansas city jazz, kisses, kissing, kissing girls, laughing out loud, learning new things/tricks, lesbians, light of the sun, lip gloss, lipstick, liquid eyeliner, loss of all hope, lost: searching for myself, ludwig von beethoven, lust, lusting for the unattainable, makeup, making it stop, making out with girls, mark twain (samuel clemens), modeling, moments of being, moments of profound thought, movies, my beloved ocean, my late nights, nail polish, nature biology and pantheism, ninteenth century literature, overly self-conscious, parties, partying, people, playing my violin, pointless ramblings, poland, polish composers and orchestras, political philosophy and debate, pretty lights, raging thunderstorms, rainbows, reading people, reading things, rejecting your premises, religon and godly stuff, remembering the alamo, return of life: spring, satire and witty comedy, saying it sadly, school, screams in my head, sexy girls, shakespeare and flowery language, shiny stuff, shoes, shopping, shouting oohrah, sisters: liberty and justice, smiles i don't feel, smokin' lotsa green, soft girly kisses, sparkles, stuff, taking too many drugs, talkin' all joiseyed out, talkin' mad shit, teaching myself new stuff, teardrops in the rain, television rots my brain, the beach, the pleasure of philosophy, the state of texas, the warm rains, theology and godly stuff, thick salt air, this too...shall pass, total lack of faith, trying to be poetic, trying to get better, trying too damned hard, undefined interests, unintentional meanness to people, united states marine corps, until there is peace, violent gales and hurricanes, wanting to be me, warm embraces, white and black film, white and black movies, wit and friend: sarcasm, worshipping the sun, writing stupid haiku, writing what i think