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Monday, January 17, 2005





This sunrise I awoke in the company of thought of someone that I had shared most the morning in delightful conversation with, and at envisage of her how I smiled and recalled the laughs we shared and how I foreseen her inviting smile pleasing I to smile in return. The delight she is, and a friend I wish to grow close to and unlock the internal truths that are so mysteriously hidden within her. Already now she bares proof of purities, delicacies, beauty and delight for how well refined she is; how she interests me, enchants me and now I shall await her company with anticipation and excite.

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Saturday, January 15th 2005



Atmosphere so resonant I avow I have the sense of hearing whispers strengthening across the flurry of snow from miles away, and how it is now that I wish the snow fairy had not granted me my wish. Hours have been exhausted in constructing a pathway from my front door to the street and how my arms are now fatigued and ineffectual that I feel like “Gumby”. Nevertheless the conditions here are characterless to that of the harrowing desolate seas as of recently, thus I shall consider myself lucky and make a start of my day with a smile and a thought and prayer of and for those whom are less fortunate.

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Wednesday, December 01, 2004





Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of

To passionate woman if it seem

Certain, and they never dream

That it fades out from kiss to kiss;

For everything that’s lovely is

But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.

O never give the heart outright,

For they, for all smooth lips can say,

Have given their hearts up for the play.

And who can play it well enough

If deaf and dumb and blind with love?

He that made this knows all the cost,

For he gave all his heart and lost.



- December 1905 W. B. Yeats

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Monday, November 29, 2004



Again chilled and no snow, saddening and had a short talk with someone who means ever so much to me. Dismayed and upset at my own self for I feel I may have caused her some heartache in our stunted talk, and for that I am hurt for I promised to never be the one to cause a tear. Guess falling into such melancholy I accepted the belief of what better place to bide my time then in darkness, and how no darker a place is there then here. The remnant that I write is too personal to share….













"Anne Rice only got it half right"

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Thursday November 24th 2004,



Chilled today, almost a full moon…. It creeps through the thin blanket of clouds that try to keep it from me, and the madness that skulks about beneath my outer shell. It’s less then deep, tis near the surface, as I for a second time was upset today. The first time when I awoke, as still there is no snow. Past while I have been yearning for it, for I desire to build a snowman and call him Frosty Boo. He’ll have frosty toes and yes a button nose therefore I ask the snow fairy if there be one to let it snow…please? As when it’s glacial like this I rather there be evidence of snowfall then to catch sight of trees without the crystalline epilates blanketing their branches, and shimmering like tiny diamonds equal to that of the stars above. Disappointing really, saddening and depressing.

My second upset of the day was disentangling Christmas lights, how is it I ask that no matter how precautious you are at placing them away at end of Holiday Season, by time next Season comes upon you they are an entangled (use of bad language here) mess? I affirm there are lil’ gnomes or something that understand my displease and are set out to upset me. However I have my “Eggy Nog”, and such has been of assistance at settling my mental strain, somewhat, at least for now.