Wednesday, June 11, 2008
cut me too darn quik
At last the sight, the sound, the magnificence of the whole thing, brought me down to the very foundation I have stood upon for decades. I saw the man for not who he was; he could not help that; he was a product of trying times in trying conditions different than they are now. That behind it all, behind the idle cons and word games, he was actually a gentle and caring soul whose number one concern was for those he loved. But his version of love included a hateful spirit decorated in smiles and lies and at times he was so good his mother could not recognize him on the phone or in person. He had a flaw in that he was always searching for that which he could never have. It was this frantic search that eventually made him wash away in silence only to reappear in anonymity and grace-which is where it all began with all the sights and sounds and the magnificence and all that other crap! lol
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