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+ 2	My Days
0	Joe
0	Billboards
+ 5	Is Sarah There?
+ 3	Two Ships
+ 4	The Man With the Top Hat
+ 4	I Want...
+ 4	Dear Teacher,
+ 4	Tears From Heaven
+ 3	A Vow to Not do the Same
+ 8	Unwanted Information
+ 6	Depression
+ 17	Typical American Love
+ 5	Abstract Betrayal
+ 5	Fall
+ 5	Interview of Emily Hamil
+ 5	A Dream for the Future
+ 7	IF i COULD ONLY BE ACHILLES
+ 6	Our Puzzle
+ 8	The Photograph

There are times in my life when I want to reach down inside my soul, and take a piece of the finest grit sandpaper, and sand down all my rough edges to the finest plane I can reach.  Maybe, I would take the clutter from my bookshelf, if I only knew the way to my library...lol...I walk, and I walk , and I walk through my own valley of treadmills.....it appears as if this valley is on its own little wheels, and pulleys....maybe spinning of my own wheels I guess....I reach and pull out an umbrella to shield myself of myself, and what I have created, and it gets me no where because the umbrella never stops the water from touching my bare feet.   You think your ground is wet, I wish it was the case on my ground, because my ground is flooded......should call the fire department, but what are they going to do....just give me advice about how to not have it happen again, when in fact they know nothing of what they talk about.   They come and lecture me of things they have never experienced....only fought off....lol....kinda  ironic don't you think?.....Given me advice of things they fight so hard not to experience...lol..makes me laugh....I know what I will do..because I do it everytime....misty shores of rock strewn silence beckons for my souls cleansing...Only fern covered dirt bleeched mossy overhangings can talk to me...for they of course have seen it all....They have breathed the same air of people before me and the people before them who have gone through everything that I drag my heavy shoes through.   Silent partners in this game of life, I will ask for your forgivness, and move on through this gravel infested dirt hole.  You make think this makes no sense..but if you listen carefully.....you will soon be enlightened to the fact that I have spoken of you all in here......true it is not your fault....for you do not know of what you speak....throw a pack or pile of playing cards on the pasty cold purged floor, and what do you get?..........chaos......how do you stop it?..........reorganise everything that you think of as yourself, and do a complete overhaul......that is what must be done.....i will pick up each card individually, and throw it in all different directions causing them to scatter like broken glass from a window in which a baseball just entered unexpectedly and without consent.   My strenght has never failed me ....it holds on to me like the inner workings of a skyscrapers guts...iron beams just sitting there doing their jobs holding the weight they never asked to bare in the first place.....holding it with all their strength.......Dust covers the objects in which irong beams fail to uphold....maybe in your building but never mine....No amount of weight can even come close to bending this iron beam....I don't care if you place the might of the planet itself on it...place all 318 million cubic miles of water on it, and it remains whole , and great.  HA HA HA HA...thank you lord, for testing me...for I will not let you down...nothing deters me from failing my tests...like a good little pupil I sit and listen as the teacher lectures of things that I already know.......and I will pass....yes..I will...........will flying colors......HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA

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