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2-11-10
I wonder if my best years are gone already.
I’m tired of thinking long and hard. Short and soft would probably expend less physical and psychological energy.
I think people with diminished mental capacity are lucky. Smart people have to fix problems and fully understand the gravity of bad situations.
I realize that in order to love, I must have physical distance to regenerate myself and be able to love again after being pissed the fuck off. Love requires space.
I wish I could see Sananda Maitreya live in concert. I also wish I could buy his last 3-4 albums. But I don’t know about the international currency converting. Do they use the Euro in Italy?
I wish I were a turtle or armadillo. I like the fact that they can withdraw from their immediate environments. It also seems like it would be warm in there.
Why is he still allowed to practice medicine? They should at least review him and put him on some kind of medical practice probation. And in all honesty, how many people is he really seeing? No matter how cool me and my doctor were; if he/she were implicated in someone’s death ain’t no way on earth, purgatory, or hell I would go back to them. He is Hades, the son of the underworld. I can’t even have confidence in having a Black doctor. All of them are equal opportunity fuck ups. And when they fuck up it’s life threatening.
So like, is the fact that the Olympics are about to start not seem like a big deal? I honestly forgot until a commercial came on today.
I’m tired of being fragile. I lack the strength to fight.
Whenever someone gets sick I panic. Praying for President Clinton.
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