"True, much of the dated advice ... is now amusingly camp,
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Friday, April 26, 2002
And what kind of revolution? Evolution? Or the Tower in the Major Arcana?
Any way to change from what is false is ok, wisdom comes from the loss of illusions, as long as, in the words of the Jedi master, you Don't Give In To Hate.
The line is thin.
Here is Alice Walker on the Subject:
I tell you, Chickadee
I am afraid of people
who cannot cry
Tears left unshed
turn to poison
in the ducts
Ask the next soldier you see
enjoying a massacre
if this is not so.
People who do not cry
are victims
of soul mutilation
paid for in Marlboros
and trucks.
Resist.
Violence does not work
except for the man
who pays your salary
Who knows
if you could still weep
you would not take the job.
....................................A.W.
Alice would think I am a saint because I cry all the time now. Except when I put Aretha Franklyn on the Wal-Mart CD player and kick up my feet. Chain Chain CCHAAAAAAAINN of Foooooools.
I feel Gypsy Rose has lived with me before because she was so glad to see me. She so obviously thought she was coming home at last. She truely expected me to recognize her and she clearly recognized me. She is the smartest of all of us so she may know something we don't. And of all the pride, she is the one who will not go very far outside (when we could go outside) except for Talker who now weighs a billion pounds and rarely leaves his cat bed much less goes outside.
I learned about Gypsy Rose's little quirks (and there are many) over time. The first thing was her very passionate feeling that paper should never, NEVER be alowed to move.
Always one to immediately attack MOVEMENT of any kind-obsessed with paper, especially moving paper,- Gypsy Rose has found a new interest.
She is bored with being confined to the house and suddenly noticed the top of the bookshelves. I saw the moment it happened and I saw the light bulb go on in her little cat brain. She was staring at them. I tried to convince her to choose the least cluttered to jump up on but Gypsy Rose gets very fixed on doing it her way so up - up - up she went.
Seeing she was ok, I got busy with other stuff.
scratch scratch scratch scratch scratch scratchscratchscratchsscratch ssssscratch What the hell ?/?*
Looking up - I saw Gypsy Rose had discovered the second hand on the clock.
ssssscratchscratch scratch sssscratch scratch
her little paw moving faster than the speed of light
you go girl
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I have so much to do before I even put the house on the market but at least I am starting.
I have often wondered why it takes me so long to move away from an obviously bad situation. It is a combination of laziness, fear of the unknown, feeling things will just be the same wherever I go. I have the negative belief that I generate this bad luck with the personality I have or my attitude and behavior. Hopelessness. Fear that I will just get myself in a worse situation. Other people leave at the first sign of trouble.
I have to work on escape as a life skill I need. I have to start enjoying and looking forward to change and upheaval. Because when there is a bad feeling, things do not get better-they only get worse. I should leave, after all I sure know how to do that in relationships.
I am still sick from that sub and chips yesterday.
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