Sliding into football (football?! yes, football. fish, chips, cup o' tea) and flipping around work and walking, sauntering, jaunting through school. Music. Notes and lyrics. German opera and John Williams. Good Luck to any who makes sense of this*grin*. I gotta new game (I've been good!), I got mech commander 2, its fun, I'm enjoying myself, except I have a silly lab that I should do now (if not sooner) yesterday for instance. Its really nice outside and I want to play volleyball, but no one else is outside and they're away on aim, so not here, nor there. (Where, anywhere?).

I am, I continue to be. You are... will you be?

Stop in the sunlight, enjoy the warmth. Look into the wind. My eyes are tearing because of the wind, my paper is tearing because of the wind. Stand, fight, yield, retreat, battle, step, spin, swing. Dance.

Gyrate. (throw a penny, "Dance!") Nausea. meet new people make new friends hold and comfort and gather. No fan. Fans, fanatics. Rabies, tears, vaccines, louis pasteur. my middle name is louis, my father's name is louis. louis XIV was the Sun King. Ultima Ratio Regum. The last argument of kings is violence. Diplomacy is the sport of who knows? not i!

Sirens, I didn't do it. What happened, who's hurt now? More pain for someone (not me? maybe me) how do i know who i know may be hurt?

Intrusions of music into my stream, ordinary's just not good enough these days?

Stream of Life, magic, green and white, NFA library, people... people I knew, people I don't quite remember. People I saw, I see, I half recognize... sometimes there are names to go with faces.... pretty faces, "such pretty eyes".

There is more, there is depth, there is fear, but I will spread myself, me, my arms and legs, to the air and swandive from the rooftop of reality. I'm living, I think and I continue to hope. Everyone must affirm themselves. Please.

Everyone makes mistakes, accept it as a lesson and move on. If you beat yourself up over the past, all you end up with is bad memories and bruises. I have a philosphy that is mine. sharing it would be both the heights and depths of egotisticality (word?).

God Be With Ye, gentles all.