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I have been feeling good lately, started taking yoga. I find it hard to believe but it takes me a hour of listening to MotorHead to get pumped up for work. I still have a long way to go on the road rage problem. Coming home from work the other day took me a hour and a half, I was so upset I turned my music up so loud that I melted the fuse block to the amp. I shattered my elbow into about thirty peaces, in a skateboarding related incident. I cant hold a fry basket without screaming like a small child. Live fast die young is a cool lifestyle until you dont die. Coming back from the dead is the best, and can I get a side of crazy delusional, spiritual experience that seems to affect other people. Everyone talks about can you see the signs, no I cant a welder must have put a spot in my eye were the signs should be. I am sorry to seem so negative. I like dark humor, sarcasm, and calling it like I see it. I do realize that I got a second chance in life and I am trying to make the best of it. Thank god (goddesses, insert spiritual preference here) for the heelers in life, because I really dont have pain any more. Just a lack of beauty, its all white light and shades of gray these days. Starting to network, summer looks good these days. SG is still a positive influence in my life. I live you with a little W.B. Yeats


Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
For these red lips, with all their mournful pride,
Mournful that no new wonder may betide,
Troy passes away in one high funeral gleam,
And Usnas children died.

We and the labouring world are passing by:
Amid mens souls, that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in there wintry race,
Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face.

Bow down, archangels, in your dim abode:
Before you were, or any hearts to beat,
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat;
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet.