Ritual

Today is the first day of the rest of your series of other first days of your life. You always can be uncertain whether or not you have this particular day to begin again. You always may be certain that you will always be uncertain. You start planning immediately; you have an unmeasured time allotted for this interpretation of the state of your fixation. You sit in front of whatever clever type of technology or paper or sticky-note system which provides you with the encouragement to begin your plan. But after a few scribbles and a change in barometric pressure, you decide that you have accomplished a decent amount of planning, just by the act of starting to think about planning. Then you walk into your backyard to see if there is enough gas in the lawn mower to do a few rows, and your phone rings. “Hello?” The silence on the other end of your line is intolerable, so you utter a short sequence of charming “un-thank yous” and you realize that you have to call your friend in Chicago who i...

Warning If you don't have to read every sentence once or twice, this story is not meeting the style I am rendering. No, I never, never put much thought nor gained any peace of mind in the lline whriten Goethe, "Alles nhae werde ferry," or everything near becomes distant. He was speaking of twilight and blindness. No, I never put much thought into ambiguity because I feared madness. I removed myself from the situation at hand. I took inventory of the moment. I wondered if the moment took inventory of me. Tilly Bryce was riding her moped down Williams Street on the sidewalk when I began to get anxious. She was surely supposed to ride on the street, but I heard from her ex-beau, Stev, while we were sipping Starbucks we had found in a tray on the top of an Oldsmobile in the Chevron dealership lot, that Tilly had recently been convicted of her third DUI and was not to operate a motor vehicle until some certain amount of time, but she did not consider many laws to apply to her,...

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If you think that nobody cares, that would be because nobody cares. If you think that somebody cares, it's likely that somebody cares. It's as simple as it is complicated; it's as complicated as it is simple. Today, I had a day that I cared so hard that I ended up in a state of complete void of any love or hope or care and I feel dead inside. And yes, I did remember to take my meds. As we know, it is important to take your meds. Damn, I am starting to care. Let me get back to my point. The majority of humans are inherently pathetic, unsaveable, and consistently disappointing. They lack personality and they lack knowledge of the existence of the functionality to develop one, recognize one, and usually can't even spell the word. If you think that nobody cares, you are wrong. Take yer meds. I have to do my stupid taxes now.

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http://ritual.jimdo.com/words.php some people want to change the world we just want to change the people who want to change the world. OR.... some people want to change the world i just change to some people's world huh. far-out. Some people want to write a blog. I just want to have more than I can keep track of. John Keats died young, i think he was 25 years old caught tuberculosis from one of his many siblings i think it was his brother his brothers and sisters were all struck ill he an esteemed poet in the Romantic period as famous and as much of a rock star as William Blake, Wordsworth, Lord Byron, Shelley He fell madly in love - tragically - with Fanny Browne before hospitalized for consumption catching it while caring for his dying brother, Tom I was young, but I fell in love with his words and his legacy. Soon I will write an epic poem based on his essence... Soon. I will take a break from epic poetry and write an Ode or a letter to a friend who keeps it and sells it to publ...

A Boomer Writes: The end of 2007 - sad farewell to Denver

isn't just a phrase from a brilliant friend of mine, online and is not an Eric Shiveley song or album name or anything of those sorts if fact, it occurs to me, instantly that i suddenly may never know why, precisely that i keep thinking about how badly i want to know more about these "places" -and sometimes find myself there when i am fully awake- what is so cool about the places i have never been, anyway?

have you ever heard the expression, "get bent"? it is a funny expression. i am going to use it whenever i can, though i am not sure what it means. i better look it up first.

My view from my new office is daydreamy.

Briefly leave a detailed message at the sound of the tone so that I may email you my thoughts in bullets style phrases according to importance and purpose. Or you may try me on my other cell phone which is this same number but you will not get me live on the other end because I don’t have time to talk to you without going into great detail and I would like to spare myself the embarrassment of confessing my vulnerabilities unless I really thought you gave a fuck. And perhaps you are listening, and maybe it is worth it to reach out to you because I may obtain due enlightenment and I may just open my mind and the door of my heart will creak ajar, but I don’t have the time to risk my psychological puzzles on the chance that they are just riddles – not to be solved. If we love by letting go… how do we learn to hate? I read Dr. Scott Peck with a grain of sea salt and a mind open to the wisdom of those who love so much that they will actually write and teach and care enough to be someone who ...

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