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Saturday, January 1, 2005

And Thus Concluding One And Begining Another
A fresh start or an optimistic folly? Of this, I am not yet sure, however, one this presents itself cleary; There is no difference between today and yesterday, only today, change and promises one will never keep are encouradged. Again, of many things I am not sure. It was my hope that I could write this post with no regrets in mind, with nothing I would take back this past year. Do not receive me wrongly, I am grateful for all time spent on this earth, and 2004 was no exception. Nay, it was not all wretched or all fun, but a bouque of wild flowers. Some are the most lovely things you have ever seen, yet stink and the vise. Some you fall in love with and would not find in any other meadow, these ones immeadiatley become your favorite flower, only, you have not grasp on their name. Some, as in mustard and baby's breath, are common. Some are the most lovely things, but have vicous spindles that sting and haunt your fingers. Some are the ones you return for, just as some are the ones you leave for. But they, all of them, make the meadow what it is, and it is thine choice to wonder it. I ignore this song bird only to praise this one. I avoid this rill only to bekon towards that one. The only question I find worth while answering, is sadly one I shall not post, for it is personal, you understand. I will however ask a secondary quip which will depict my state of curiosity at the moment. I derived this from a song, understand I am not the author:

"How does it feel, t
To be,
Different from me?
Are we the same?
How does it feel?"

Octopus Out
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