It's a dark dark night with no stars in the sky
But tonight I saw a firefly.
I don't know why I wanted to say that, but I did. Anywho, It's good to be back online in a blog again, and I hope all my so-called friends are nosey enough to read it.
I've not been doing so well lately, because I've discovered all of my friends are dusch-bags (I don't care if I spelled that right; I'm doing it my way.) except for Chi Chi and Alonzo. I also appreciate that Sonya and Regina came to see the play. Thanks guys!
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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