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If a tree doesn't fall..

i refuse to drink water

Two words

jerkpig

xxx video

i smile as i look across the room that once was...

was fun and exciting and challenging...

20-30 people all engaged, exchanging views without

malice...sighs...no, not malice but with

intelligence and a certain joie de vivre ...

ok, perhaps i did go on "fluff hunts" when the

flesh was weak or the repartee dull...and even though

i was booted by the best of ya, i think we co-existed

and a few of us even became close...because to befriend

jbg was not a socially accepted practice...but

friendships were made and a few lasted for decades

....as near as i can tell the 'crew' is gone (cept you

of course and we shall share until the end)....for the

rest of the z1 gang...keep the childlike faith, the

poetry and the romance in your lives...

johnny b goode

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

Look, everything but nevermind.

"Reception and impact. Kaur's most popular poem, from Milk and Honey."

Headband prevents bangs from covering my eyes when I jog, now after jogging two miles, I enter this strange looking restaurant.
Hope they allow sweaty runners wearing tennis shoes and jogging shorts.

And what do you see? Vestiges of the past perhaps.

steps in and looks around

You have always, are now and always will be, the most beautiful girl in any room. You are the envy of all who lay eyes on you. The men want to have you. The women want to be you. Those who take others in hand want to touch you. Those who are taken in hand want to be touched as you are touched. Take pride. Pride to the point of narcissism. Pride in bearing the pain, the marks and the passion. Pride in your looks, and in your grace. Pride in your body, and it’s ability to endure. I told you once Kate, that you were a natural. You didn’t understand at the time. Tonight you will begin that journey to understanding.

hearing the sound of weeping
approaching the corner
stooping down
hand outstretched
offering friendship
and inclusion

siting in a corner
feet before me
head on my knees
weeping
a refugee