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I did some
heavy thinking. I have reached some conclusions/opinions. I
believe I am finally ready to accept that the relationship is over, that it
never was true or 'real', except in my own head.
The
'authentic' is what I had aspired to treasure. It turned out to be fool's
gold, - it was ordinary. Thus, I am sad to say, I have to let it
slide from my heart into the cesspool of everybody else's ordinariness. My
lost love is after all, plain old ordinary.
Awareness of
my personal naivety has been slowly dawning. Old world honor, loyalty,
kindness are rare, out of style and do not apply to relationships. However,
I aspire to try and keep applying those principles to my life. As far as
relationships and nesting goes, I have done my 'bit', my share and I do not
want to go there again.
I shall choose
to keep only good, well-mannered friends and humorous acquaintances.
The rest can move on by to the Ordinary World.
So baby! I
catch the next train out of here. I want to go to fresh territory, make new
memories and get a real job.
thanks for visiting |
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Enjoy your visit - and never, ever
daydream without the proper travel authorization in triplicate
and copies for your files |
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The crashing heart, no giant lily
pad for
Thumbelina - she
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"This is the most unorthodox
website. Contains a bit of everything"
says
Brother Non de Scripto
"Bizarre
and
scary" says Tweedledee of Tweedledum Publications!
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There I was at the horse ranch on East Fork,
Tennessee. Autumn ('Fall' for those who don't enjoy big words) and I had watched
that curious American habit of public spitting. I mean, people like really 'gwel'
up revoltingly large goobles of gob of varying densities and hue.
I had been raised not to do such disgusting things in public. However, it
seems to be perceived here in the American south as very acceptable. What with
all these nasty Auntie Anthraxes romping around, I just don't think it's a good
idea.
Be that all as it may, I decided during my camping trip (while I was totally
alone) to give gobbing a try. I had on my really cool leopard brimmed cowboy hat
with the string hanging down under my chin. I leaned forward, I spat and it all
kind of tangled into my hat string. Quite disgusting and I will not do that
again.
I do not recommend this spitting thing. It's totally unacceptable behavior. |
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