Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Thursday, Sept. 30, 2004 - 6:27 a.m.
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Wenchie Needs an Intervention
Fuckity fuck.
I should soon be able to write a masters on the treatment of Bush, Saddam and 9/11 in Internet Articles.
I have to stop this.
Go cold turkey.
I made it through the Gulf War not watching an single drop of tv or listening to news reports or reading the paper. I can do it.
I DON'T need to know.
I don't need to refute people who think Bush is a really nice guy.
He lies, sneers, is arrogant and an asshole, but then so are most politicians.
Go to bed, wenchie.
Yogagirl is already up. My father will be here in 15 hours.
I have to get to sleep.
Maybe a grilled cheese is calling me....
nte nite.
maybe *I* need an intervention.
And then i'll write real nice normal funky entries with quotes and photos and silliness and personal angst.
ciao.
me
wenchie.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
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