Gentle

Leaves of Summer

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Pine Hill, New York is a town worth visiting.  I am visiting Rusty, Chelsea and Gina, with Marilyn.

Good.

Am here for happiness.  Will soon return home. 

Apparently life has kindness.  I hope you will be happy.  This is hacking at pain.  Doesn't work.  Just live.

Arizona's immigration law is a horrible act with

Happy and Thankful

Today is a great day.

I am not going to New York, thereby not risking my life or upsetting people who have my best interests at heart.

I found out about a Tombstone Steampunk Group, thanks to Chelsea.

I am not going back to being a man.

My mother is my mother, not someone I carry around in my head as a memory or a simulacrum.

I vote for Sahfik

Apparently the look in my eyes is scaring the woman next to me (in the library).  I find that bothersome. 

If I ever become patient and kind, then maybe I will be strong enough to try being home (peaceful).

You know that when the love of reading is becoming the ho(p)e to write a book that your strengths are becoming lude.

Tension is the product of listening and ick.

You are the only lip that makes my hopes a rock.

As always, you cannot understand the Efforts of my being without knowing that you are a person.

I cannot make you change.

I cannot make you change.

Chemical Poem is over: 

Mechanization brings lists.

You are ill.  You are poor.  You are a joke.

I am drugging this person with malevolence.

I must stop.  Feel and play a way to people.

You are a crazy woman.

This is only my place in the lip.

I have given you what is mine.  Now I must tell you that your dreams make me sore.

I must say that I have thought for a long time that I am poor because of being flawed.

This means that I am human ....

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As you continue to bring yourself to make happiness a place that all are welcome, remember that I am peaceful in order to let myself be a clay open asshole.

Treat me like this and I will make you your own hole.

Thank you so much.

Yours,

Julia the Flip Murray

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Yes, after twenty years of "change," I am still angry with my mother.

What's the use?

Does this mean another thirty years of therapy, assuming I live that long?

Illness is at pants.

Don't Assume -- A Dream

Embers creep this chalk into omens.

I render this pain as beast.

You who can like this, are famous for needing a strong omen.

Leave with your ache.



Yell Make mental.

You know that you can write when there is a people that knows happy \embolism.

Tacky.

Sanity

I am what I am.

Talents.

Having lots of happiness.
Doing what is needed.

Listen:

A long time ago, I was in this very galaxy in which we apparently live, and I found that no one needed the malevolence or the happiness that brought me a sense of good.   I needed a sense of good because I had lost my moorings years before that in the course of pretending to be someone I was not.  I turned to "good" because I had no productive part in society other than being one who did not have a place.

I had come from a family of order only to find freedom in privilege.  I was not particularly intellectual but I found a great deal of self-importance and self-righteousness in having as my mission the reform of certain manifestations of being in accordance with what I thought was justice.  I did not see why anyone should have to do what they did not want to do for someone else in order to survive.  I did not see why anybody should have anything from taking advantage of others.  In retrospect I can see that I was merely disguising for myself my own emergence as hopeful but without any justification for it.

So I was isolated from my upbringing, myself, and those around me by ambitions that I fulfill the great call for democracy and socialism, in other words become another party hack/dictator.

Men who change their hopes and their relationships in order to become happy are not bad people.

I simply have not made anyone believe that I can give of my own great inner resources for anyone else.

Being a woman is all for effort.

I am not delightful.  I am home.

Thank you for knowing that you have your honesty.

Always a poem,

Julia

(Mick Rome)

Ask and you love.

Chack

Lest those of you who follow this blog closely believe that being a moron is any good, please note that I try very much to have what is free.  This means that when I make you feel like I'm honest, that in fact I am trying to avoid having feelings.

What feelings are these?

Issues with niceness; Cruelty against my hopes for love; Sappy lefts.

You can live with your place in this world.  I am aware that I am simply trying to be fearsome, like a combination of Godzilla and King Kong without even much Gamera.

This fearsomeness is to me the only way I can let anyone be at peace.  I threaten because I suck.

Teach me the way you have accepted that you cannot be free, in other words, acting according to your desires, and I will try to live within the bounds of social expectation.

I am angry in that I am a pest, not a protagonist, as some of you are.

Be nice, ALWAYS.

You must remember this, a kiss is but a kiss, a sigh is....  As time goes by.

Since you need me to let go, mass pain is not shaman.