tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55486132011-04-22T00:21:03.352-04:00Recovering from a broken heart. Trying to forget and piece together the relics of a life which is no longer mine to live. Dealing with legacy issues in a family older than time,that I have oh so long ago been exiled from. Growing up and trying to find why before the sand runs out. See: Cheap therapyK.S.G.http://www.blogger.com/profile/02848004382263092240noreply@blogger.comBlogger4561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548613.post-1168686172075849092007-01-13T06:01:00.000-05:002007-01-14T12:02:10.856-05:00

ElizabethOct 21stI grandmother,more? no GSniper,jilopyI'm not sure how it started, or if it was 2 dreams or one however...I was at a table surrounded by many people and it was infused with the air of a shady casino, and felt as though there was a crowd around a roulette table, to which I was a part of. However it was track car racing of sorts. The cars were roughly 1/18th size, yet the track

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"The Year of the Pengins"For those w/o A NYTimes Select Acct... ADVERTISING; A Procession of Penguins Arrives on Madison Ave.By STUART ELLIOTTPublished: January 10, 2007NEVER mind what the Chinese calendar says. This is going to be the year of the penguin, at least on Madison Avenue.Penguins have long been popular in advertising, but they have become even more so after three successful movies

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disaster,pitbullcamerabedhome sweet homecourtThere seems to be as natural disaster of some sort, I can't make out what it is in the panic of people running around although Brad Pitt seems to be in front of a news camera with a cocky attitude telling the public "I told you so". I think he has a monkey and...mind you this isn't the guy women go crazy over, he has big glasses, and odd hat and a big

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Law Enforcemnt, Burial grounds, attack dogs, massive, ground shakingcutting gates, fights, undead? night operations.

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I go around and I feel totally, utterly gutted. As though someone reached inside, took everything that mattered and took off like a thief in the middle of the night. Everyday, is the day after, everyday is a mess, everyday the same as the next. I'm bewildered and amazed when I look down and see one foot drag itself in front of the other, I wonder from where they find the energy to do so...to

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I can't recall everything, as always but, I was on top of a building in the city. There was a group exercise or something, a group jumping from one end to another. My cousin G/K was there (I think) and he gave the entire thing attitude and threw a blanket off the side of the building. I got upset and said he could kill someone throwing things off the building as he was. We were next to the park,

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I'm not sure who I was dreaming of, she smelled and felt like Elizabeth, but she wasn't. She talked and moved ,even looked like Noelle. I think Noelle was one of my 1st crushes, once upon a time in middle school. It was fairly short lived though. I later found out that I preferred academics to cheerleaders. Not to say Noelle wasn't smart. She just wasn't rocket scientist smart, sort of in the

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I dreamt...I was in my bed, as of late I'm starting to sleep in the middle, vs the old method of sleeping off to the side, a space saved for a person who will never come. Yet at morning, I always seem to return to my respective corner. I have a small alcove to the top right and left of my bed, flanked by windows covered in sheets of kevlar and large trauma plates. I like the light of 3 exposures

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I think it started in a bed, I was either in a hospital or on a military bed, or so I assumed at first. Primarily because I was in bed with a guy, and in the next bed over there were two more guys. It was either a queen or full size bed....actually in hindsight it could have been a hotel. Then there was this girl who snuck in to bed with me and, she reminded me very much of Elizabeth, but she was

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My biggest problem in trying to deal with getting rid of Elizabeth, may be that i simply recall, far too fondly, what it used to mean to be happy. Perhaps that I recall what it is to be happy. Even when I was with her, I never took the sheer, unadulterated happiness for granted. I never knew what happiness could truly be till I was with her. After being so blissfully happy for so long...I had

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There was a odd dream, I was at my parents house in ct, and via either email, or a series of calls I got together with someone I once went out with in reality. She was one of those awkward first dates after not being with anyone for such a long time, a proper humanitarian, out to save the world. She'd seen the 3rd world...urban studies. (Is there such a thing as negative chemistry?) I can't

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long dreamlots of travel , many countries,beruit or hollandhostange situationstiar case. 50 notemoney machineIn what what a very long convoluted dream, I was somehow in Amsterdam ( I think) and I was across a seemingly deserted street when I saw two glass doors about 400 feet out with masked gun men and mp5 machine guns (odd since they are only used in law enforcement) I then panned to my side of

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This years events started going downhill before they even began. I believe a few days prior to heading to CT I was out and about and I received a call that there would be a function at the purple house. Said owners of said house, refer to theirs as the "new house" (despite the fact several homes have been bought since) and are generally regarded as dicks. However family is family and I said I

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Amongst many painful reminds of what was...to add to the ever growing list of thing I can't bring myself/breaks my heart to do...Go to MOMAView Starry Night by Van Goh Eat blue M&M's Go to California without herDate after Elizabethfallout of love...and now...I cannot see Mission Impossible 3, because thinking about doing so...only reminds me of Mission Impossible 2, and thus breaks my heart to

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I can't help but feel, at lest part of me feels what a tragic loss Elizabeth was...I'm still devastated, I still cry(not really), I still lose any and all control, I have no more passion...for anything. It's the mundane repeating itself. I pray that she will return and yet...part of me knows these wishes shall never come in to fruition, while another part of me does not want them to.The logic

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Having the sort of auto I have, is like dating a supermodel...who cheats. In 2 months ago It had close to 10,000usd worth of work from the dealership(2 trips), and then last month the warranty expired. Since then...1. broken bonnet sensor2. broken door latch sensor3. Cd player error4. Rear wiper 5. Coolant leak6. The return of the coolant leakAll problems have been fixed, however I think I may

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I know I did...I didn't actually vote like this...but I was tempted...Ahh our old freind Papa Smurf. Won'the ever be able to afford his rent?Is public housing really that hard to get?As a side note, I went to the RTDH (Rent is too dam high) website and...sigh.He has the worst page, with repeating music and he's selling his book " A vet for life"....le sigh. Now if the book was "Soldier for Life"

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immunoglobulin dress up as for Halloween?A Immunio-Goblin...

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Much has happened, and much has remained stagnate, yet this is fresh so this ferments it's way to the top. Yes, I am a New Yorker....Although no one would believe it. I now spend increasingly less time in NY, and secretly long for a one or two bedroom apartment in Mexico City with Elizabeth where we could be domestic together. (secretly wishing for things that can never happen in this reality).

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I'm the epitome of stupidity. I made the mistake of reading the last 100 emails. Want to know what I look like? Quick, go over to your encyclopedia and now look up stupidity, right between Homer J. Simpson (although well intentioned) and GW Bush (evil fucking bastard). I don't know what makes me feel worse, the fact that I re-read so much, the fact I looked at some of the pictures again, or the

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I was married, I had a seemingly wonderful life and then..I think my wife died. I'm not sure who she was or how exactly it was that she died. She may have been killed, our children, a boy and a girl were kidnapped. We then found out it was Scorpius, it came to be in a revelation. So we went to get them back, and it was a modern Italian type place, loads of glass. However there were about 8 kids.

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An old dream I wrote down, but have only recently found (a few months old, prior to the last one about Elizabeth)I dreamt a long seemingly endless dream....It started out wonderfully, Elizabeth and myself, in love and together. I was happy and nothing more could I have asked for. I had my world again and she was it. We were in a park...I bought us balloons. We tied them together and said "

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I had a dream in which I was chasing Elizabeth through a series of corridors, and then in the dream it dawned on me I was dreaming, I stopped running. (Yet I did not fully control the dream, I could not pick and choose things of my own free will) All I wanted was to find her again, to catch up with her again. Then I found myself laying down with Elizabeth, I laid down slightly on top of her, I

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elizabeth,nynever beendoor, parents?breakfast...time?ponga chair, dining room,clothes,no sexwhite robe,laundryclosure...but it never came...hug...but it never happened...close...like ex lovers, or a long married couple. This dream is many months old..once again I regret not immediately writing the entire thing out. A few notes I guess...ummm only one actually. Elizabeth never visited me in NY and

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I made the grave mistake of recalling our first night out. How we broke every rule I only learned about later. How I simply could not help but getting lost in all the fascination facets of her being. How I simply needed to hear her voice...I didn’t care what she said, it was all amazing. Nothing she said would bore me. Everything about her amazed me…her intelligence, her strength, her character,

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I can't recall it all and now regret not writing it down all at once. I think I was escaping from something or someone. I rushed down a side street in a place that seemed much like a revitalized town in India (very clean and new). The architecture seemed 1800's American, but the layout and open buildings threw me off. There were a few steps along side which a ladder was set. The person pressed a

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I wrote something long, crass, and profound…but then I went out and when I came back I found windows update had fucked me over…It seems to be the theme of the day. A few weeks ago, I had written a letter to Elizabeth. I pleaded to be free of her love, and asked her how. I still believe in my naïve way that she did love me, after all, she said it just before she left me. I told her how I admired

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This may have been in the backyard at my parents house in CT, though the grading seemed strangely flat and everything a bit too well kept for being so deep in the forest.A quick side note...(semi relevant to the dream) My parents side yard as a small grouping of 20 or so beach trees. They are bundled together and planed just a bit below grade, perhaps a foot and a half or so. The illusion (at

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Huah!..or should I say Wuddle wuddle!...We did it people...success on all fronts. From the swank hotels of New York, to the Highlands in Europe and the tundras of Antarctica where we started 7 years ago. We overcame obstacles, the coke-a-cola polar bear rebellion, the months of June, July and August and the continent of Africa. We showed our contempt for mother nature, God and his self

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I had always thought I wanted domestication. Such thoughts occurred and began to ferment while I was in the gold age of my happiness with Elizabeth, however I'm not sure anymore. Granted in the past I've noted how my world has been shaken, my reality changed, and everything that was once true is not so anymore. Up is no longer towards the heavens , my purpose to no longer be fulfilled. I never

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7 years ago today...If I'm not mistaken ( I could be). I find it odd that I chose to do what I did, when I did. They say you get a great romance every 7 years. However I would beg to differ. Those that say such things do not have the privilege of knowing Elizabeth. They cannot say such things without knowing what wonderful things she subjected me to while I was with her. I sometimes forget, in

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I thought...all I had to do was stop thinking, zone out, stop writing, and I'll forget. This, I thought was the right move in light of me losing everything on my old laptop. Yet the dreams only pounded harder, the omens which tease me , more vivid and clear. I can't escape her...try as I may I continued to be haunted by the past. I started writing the dreams down, the ones out side the dream

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As a former logistics officer....My new all time favorite killing-time oriented siteI may very well spend my Monday..umm Tuesday here...there...where have you.As a former logistics officer that is. I almost forgot how much I used to enjoy synergy, although this has room for improvement...like duct taping that box closed for starters.

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Oh...I miss Sarilla...anyways this is a diffrent Sarilla (K'Sara, the K stands for Kid)She said://You can't expect to understand the world without first understanding yourself.//(that was me)Now you're just baiting me! ; )Yes, that is true; we understand the world through the picture of our own experience. But at the same time we learn about ourselves by trying to understand others, too. And

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trees missing, NYC inspectors, the city cutting down trees..etc etc I woke up in the morning after a storm and looked out my window before exiting tot he main ,open area of my bedroom. then I had to do a double take and I noticed my yard was without trees (Tree's in my town are a hassle...IE: the one that fell on the garage and crushed 2 of the cars , one inside and the other that was outside) I

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So in NY we pretty much know which initiatives are going to pass/who is going to win the mayoral race (Bloomy (of Bloomy media )w/ the 30+ point lead despite Ferrer's all star democratic horse and pony show.) However I still did my homework and after roughly 3-4 hours of hunting and reading and watching….I came to the conclusion of not trusting the polls. Especially with all the sure fire

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I’ve been stuck on dial up (26.4) for the past week or so…Thus the belated/semi required/ 1st annual Halloween super scary fun time post! Yippee! Top 10 Lessons for Surviving a Zombie Attack: 1. Organize before they rise! 2. They feel no fear, why should you? 3. Use your head: cut off theirs. 4. Blades don't need reloading. 5. Ideal protection = tight clothes, short hair. 6. Get up the staircase

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I once wanted to join the military…actually my parents wanted me to when I was younger, however they never got the opportunity to see their officer as they disposed of me at an early-ish age. High school –kick outs don’t get in to Officer Training School. I always felt an intrinsic duty to serve my country of birth and even come from a military tradition of sorts. My mothers side has the

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I guess this will be like most boring blogs (woke up got shit faced, etc) However….today was an odd day. Ups and downs , however the ups seemed …odd.I guess from the top…I didn’t sleep the night before and took the Saab over to the car detailer. I had an early morning appointment, and got in on time. Met my guy, and he did his thing. Although there was some new kid, whom didn’t apply the final

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I can’t recall it all…however I was at a funeral, a pallbearer. The men around me where in field gear (the army is no longer green, it’s brown) we carried a series of planks attached to two poles over to a table. Words were spoken however all I could do was look at the blood soaked boards of wood. I have an uncle whom I recently learned loves to talk trash about our faction (behind our backs).

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It's a dream that I forgot a lot about...I guess it's my version of a blue film (no nudity no sex)There were 3 or 4 of us in a car. It was a German car with left hand steering, I was up front on the right side looking over the back seat. There was a air of anxiety. The driver was driving fast , evading maneuvers in back alleys in a city I can't recall...perhaps Brussels. (Maybe Amsterdam is more

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I had chicken and mashed potatoes for dinner. It was very goodNot so- Sincerely -KSGP.S. Everyone should watch/tivo Sundance Monday nights at 9pmLast week was "Kursk: A Submarine in Troubled Waters"it was also very good.

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I keep staggering between the need to change…and the fact that I don’t wish to change. The fact that I need to go out...and the fact that I don’t want to go out. Everything is a forced action.I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back to MOMA no matter how hard a try, or ever look at “Starry Night” again with out shedding a tear. However, I continue to try and rid myself of left over emotional

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I am going to try to get out more. See a few more art exhibits. I have such a rich culture just outside of my door step and yet I never step outside to see it. I still vex myself over a past I can not change or rectify (although a time machine is in the works…I just need to get the 71 super bug up to 88mph (another post) I’ve stepped up my exercise regiment, and rediscovered croissants. I forgot

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I have been kidnapped and taken in to the deep dark forest of Americas old money and subjected to republican propaganda (in light of lifting capital gains tax) as well as family politics and function after function. After a 3 day straight function (which has been known to cause insanity in otherwise normally sane people),..visits from “wise men” senators and diplomats as well as the hundreds (

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I have been gone for such a long time I don’t even know where to start. (this happens a bit too often as of late)All I’m going to say is never work for the Kremlin and I will leave it at that. It’s not that I haven’t been writing, I have. Loads (about 50 pages worth) the only thing is, well it’s reminisce of the old Antarctica (misspelled, incoherent, ranting and raving and madly in love…umm

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However this makes me smile. A man supposedly quite his job as a programmer to dance around the world. I don’t know weather it’s sad, or it’s inspiring, however the man isn’t really all that great of a dancer either. Here’s the link to the video.It almost makes me want to start traveling for pleasure. ugh now I feel all dirty for posting that...off to take a shower.p.s.So I visited this site in

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Someone from Marketplace saw a photo of my new keyboard. (I got a new keyboard) Said photo/article is located here.Not only do I listen to Marketplace, but I adore NPR/Public radio. Be they ever so boring at times, there is nothing like insightful, well rounded , informative programming no matter what the medium. Now…I realize it’s a bit odd that I be so excited over a radio show using my photo.

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However Antarctica has…Consider this a state of the blog address/report. (the 1st on a rare-ish occasion, not likely to continue annually) I’ve been here for about 2-ish years…umm no wait…3 years. There were times when I wanted to stopped…and did. I once told myself I quit (and then came back two weeks later).When I started …I didn’t know what I was doing. I still don’t know what I’m doing. The

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Committing so many unspeakable acts over the course of a relatively short lifetime and yet finding myself ready to collapse at the mundane. Smelling a scent simply reminisce of her perfume, remembering in jarring vitality her smile… and I am a mess where I stand.The emotional rollercoaster doesn’t seem to stop, I used to have such control,…and since her I go from battle hardened agent to silly

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The thought of losing children seems so malignant in this age of people dieing left and right.However such things deserve weight, more than that of gravity. The notions should be weighted rather than carried on so lightly.To think of the heartache, and joys , trials and tribulation of having a child, and watching them grow up …and then to have all that robbed for a lie. To have your children die

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Step#1… fill pot with waterStep #2 …pictures! Step #3…Blue sunglasses!Step #4… Ignore pasta and stare out windowStep# 5 …. Forget trying to make it myself, call the Italian restaurant up the street and just order the pasta. The Razr is now...Galvanized and the Pasta Pentola may never be used again.

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My Mother one day gave up the hunt in arranging a proper marriage for my brother and told him he could marry whomever he wants. My brother thought for a bit and figured out loud…“Well there are 300 billion women in the world..so that shouldn’t be too hard.” Then my Mother said“Well she has to be XXXXX(Nationality)” My brother then replied “Well…ok that narrows it down to XXXX million girls…so it

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Once upon a time I used to say to Elizabeth…"If I was gay…" Peter Jennings and Jon Stewart. This was many years ago (before Jon became so wildly popular) I always thought Jons funniest moments were with Peter. I still recall when Jon went to the republican national convention on 2000 and met Peter for the 1st time on camera. They played it up as the entire apprentice meeting superstar. The starry

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I had 2 dreams to speak of…One while I was away on business…Well...business then a quick stop over to CT to visit Grandmother. She had an operation, and as the eldest…well eldest male come to think of it. None the less one of the eldest of the 1st wave , it was a obligation to visit, that and I like my grandmother (mother side), she defends my honor while I’m away.Moving on…1st Dream.I had a

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I sometimes find it deeply tragic that two people whom love each other can not be together for the sake of distance, financial woes, social status, religion race or creed. Henceforth when I thought of Elizabeth and myself ,I used to think that we were so blessed that we could overcome so many of these things simply because the fact we loved each other. I will admit I occasionally found it a bit

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I don’t even know where to begin. Extended stays away from the laptop tend to have me searching for words. I feel illiterate. This round I suppose goes to the topic of health…It’s much worse. I have situations, and a past that has me constantly aware of my surroundings, perhaps it’s just phobias. However, what’s not, is the fact I will be at any given place, at any given time and my face will

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Happy birthday to meHappy birthday dear meeee eeeeHappy birthday to me. Hmm this song doesn’t look as good typed than it does sung.I recalled when Elizabeth turned 20…she was disappointed. I asked her why and it was simply adorable. She was disappointed that her age now started with a two instead of a one. (This coming from the amazingly brilliant scientific mind of ERS)I laughed and reassured

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Domestic 1st…heartbreak for another post. Actually...everything else for another post.Mothers day is finally over…phew. Only took 3 months. Well no…I escaped CT a few weeks ago. The oven arrived late. For the 1-2 weeks before it arrived Mother made me regret buying it. Actually she made us regret everything. She kept asking "Why?"Eventually the oven did arrive and we (my Father, brother and

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I’m still at the main house in CT. I’m still in the process of evaluating how everything went. Lackluster about best sums it up. However right now, fictional fantasies provide better entertainment value than reality. While in CT I stay in my pseudo bedroom and sleep on this uber bed. It’s a california king Hypnos. So that in conjunction with the deafening silence, pristine scenery, and

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Very well, where should I begin? My father was a relentlesslyself-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy anda penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen-year-old French prostitutenamed Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, hewould make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimeshe would accuse chestnuts of being

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The Wonderful thing about Tiggers.......Is Tiggers are wonderful things.....Their tops are made out of rubber......The bottoms are made out of springs....They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy....Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun.........But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is......I'm the only one.The wonderful thing about Tiggers.....Is Tiggers are wonderful chaps.....They're loaded with vim and

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I still have the armored Audi…(that seems to get 5 miles to the gallon)Mothers day is in phase …pfft I lost count. Getting up at 6 am working all day till about 3am…it’s really taking a toll. I went a solid 4-5 days without even showering. There was just so much work to do on the project in the 1st place. Then My father and my brother kept adding to it (I’m guilty as well). Before we had knew it.

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I wait so long to do these now (weeks if not months)…The list just piles up and it’s all pretty trite and dribble…most of it is forgotten and lost in the sands of time. However this is for me. (me me me me me me me) When your names up top you can call the shots. (hmmm now that I take a look, my name’s not up there either) Carrying on….The Breitling: It seems my watches are biting the bullet one

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Incoherent Ramblings about ElizabethWe worshiped a barren landscape…however we imagined armies of penguins with pink castles and rainbow rivers, Wearing sandals in the snow and all.…how could such a sweet fantasy be so wrong and damaging? I’m so sorry for those times she cried…I would expressly say that I was not angry with her however sometimes I would be disappointed in choices she had made.

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I wait so long to do these now (weeks if not months)…The list just piles up and it’s all pretty trite and dribble…most of it is forgotten and lost in the sands of time. However this is for me. (me me me me me me me) When your names up top you can call the shots. (hmmm now that I take a look, my name’s not up there either) Carrying on….The Breitling: It seems my watches are biting the bullet one

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Next to my bed I have my phone, a bottle of water, and sleeping pills.I stay asleep till the phone rings,…I answer, I yell, I take a few more pills I go back to sleep. This is all I do.It’s been a few days now…I once dreamed about ice cream cake. I ran out in the middle of the night and got some and as I was cutting it, a deep sinking sensation crept in. Then it hit me….I’m turning in to Homer J.

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I can’t take this…I had a few things to do today and seeing as how I just finished…I’ve decided I can’t take this anymore.It’s not exactly suicide but it’s something that’s been in the works for a while. Since Elizabeth the only thing I really enjoy doing is sleeping. (the pills are working now in 3x the dosage) So all I will do from here on out is sleep. I’m going to doze off after I finish this

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Hold it together Hold it together Hold it togetherHold it togetherHold it togetherHold it together Hold it together Hold it together Hold it together Hold it together Hold it togetherHold it togetherHold it togetherHold it togetherHold it togetherHold it togetherDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t lose itDon’t

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It was a conversation that in hindsight I find filled with moments of would have, could have, and should haves…My mother is about to go on vacation for the month and wanted to get some business done. Being the family monkey I am by default tasked with driving her from the main house in CT to the airport in NY. Your thinking…driving your mother to the airport? So what? This is my mother. She won’t

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One Sunday …a few Sunday’s ago I found myself flying along the pristine scenic route which connects NY and CT. This route is free of commercial traffic and full of speed demons. With the sun roof open and the pedal down I was having a pretty relaxing time just driving. The sun was out and the air still crisp yet not overly cold or overly warm…just right. I was on shit duty as the family monkey,

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I once had a friend…she was a gifted, spirited playwright. We met in a really odd way via Craigslist. I really liked her and our paths would have other wise never crossed. We emailed back and forth for months up till 9.11. I was really concerned for her well being and so I emailed her to see if everything was ok. I had lost a few friends in the towers…actually my grandfather had offices in the

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Sometimes...I'll be home alone…enjoying the silence...and then the phone will ring it's lovely tune which makes me grind my teeth (it's always bad news) and contemplate suicide before answering. I will get a call that a certain faction/members of my family is/are inbound and regardless of the several hundred mile "buffer zone" I get maximum notice of 15 minutes.They don't "do" coffee...it's too

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Yes In addition to my younger brother being better than me in every possible way...I have just discovered that he is also an amazing dancer.It doesn't stop...I thought when they told me earlier today that he was a great dancer that they were all joking. (after all...Knowing him for 22+ years I had never seen him dance before)I was shocked.So in addition to being rich, sole heir to an empire,

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I am the black sheep.This has never really been a question however in my absence, my younger brother has seemingly become, well I’ve been usurped in every possible fashion. Elizabeth said she didn’t like him but…He seems to out do me at just about everything.He is faster, better looking, in better shape, sharper, smarter, wittier, and adored by the family and all it’s factions. I on the other

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Everything I touch as of late just falls apart and breaks.In one weeks time I smashed ThinkPad #1 then the HD crashed on ThinkPad #2 Then the Vaio just bit the bullet. To top it off my favorite daily watch has also stopped working. This will now be a selfish post about (my) watches. Had I still been attached this would have never happened as there would have been someone to smack me upside the

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Are you important? Do people wearing ski masks have a propensity to discharge firearms in your general direction? Do you make a lot of money? Do people want to get your money? Do you collect your paycheck from a government agency that officially doesn't exist? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then you might need a more secure form of personal transportation than can otherwise be

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"where is the ceiling?" So…I’m alive sort of.Just a brief update. The letter was from the NYPD organized crime division and I was brought in for questioning. It’s funny because this is actually one thing I’m NOT guilty of…however living in NY the inevitability of meeting/making friends with people that are affiliated with such organizations is almost impossible to help.They needed leads and were

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A new hipster-esqe band you ask? Nay…I received a rather ominous looking letter in the mail and someone saw it. They are about as subtle as an inebriated Redneck driving Bigfoot in Paris and kept asking me what words meant (IE: the name of the department the letter was from) I wanted to smack them upside the head and warn them… but I’m sick so I don’t exactly want to expend the effort set aside

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It’s all almost as though I’m mentally deranged in a fashion even I (once upon a time) thought wasn’t possible. I have these photos, these mementos of a person I will never meet again, and sometimes it’s almost as though I made her up. That she was my imaginary friend, and in keeping with that fashion she was…as most imaginary friends…flawless. If I didn’t have so much evidence…I would swear

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It’s been about a week or two.I’ve been really sick. It’s been worse than I can recall…then again this is the mantra of youth. (IE: this is the worse winter ever…or this is the worse gridlock ever..etc etc). I can’t really breath and my face is a few shades yellow (which is hard for my skin to do) Also my eyes seem almost yellow. There is a white discharge from my nose, I blow and blow, and yet

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Part 2 B+W

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Part 1 Color

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The shit has hit the fan at one of the places I’m volunteering …while I was there…more details later.I’ve caught my 3rd cold in just as many months..and they only get worse/last longer.I smell rotting flesh every where I go…however people assure me it is just me…I’m not sure how to take that. One of my laptops (the main thinkpad) went down for the count as I tripped over the wire (which I’ve

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I’m in one of my fits where all I see are her eyes… and all I can hear is her voice, and I can’t breath, I can’t function. I was in the shower (yes water still burns like acid) …waiting for the shampoo and conditioner to do it’s thing…and as I’ve mentioned before. The shower is one of those places where you can’t escape reality. You can’t escape yourself. It’s just you and your memories

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Obligatory shot of the Christos Mobile. They rolled down their window... talked up every one.A few moments later their security detail found them and well media showed up so they took off...this rickshaw drivers seemed to tag along for the ride/police escort.

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Testing...trying out hello

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Why plagues me There is so much discontent in my heart and I do not know why. I assumed heartbreak as all this was set off by the breakup however…The pain it lingers, I feel it is not all to be directly attributed to Elizabeth. I feel like a solider who has lost his way, and who fights for causes for wars that have decided long ago. I think of her and my heart seems to gasp for air, as though it

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For years my faction has tried to hide our family from the public façade, going as far as to sue search engines and such,…google me and you find vapor.I however may be the cold chill in the air that leaves a trail of condensation.When I give, I give anonymously, when I get in trouble, my legal staff expunges the public records , when I face a tribunal… it never existed, when I apply for anything

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This was really just amazing. Met the artists...MANY pictures to come.I've insanely been busy... Many posts in the works...Taught my 1st class....Sort of.still can't sleep,...Still taking triple dosage of sleeping pills to just get a nap.More later

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Incoherence rules the day! (and the post)I donate a fairly large sum of money every year. I try to disguise my generosity as a ploy for tax relief…but truth be know…I actually don’t keep much for my self any more….yes there is the new multi million mansion ….however that was a technicality.I donate anywhere from 45-75% of everything. If my parents knew they would be furious…however my grandmother

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I went to India once…well actually a few times however the last time I went I was being escorted through a city market , in populated areas I didn’t drive and usually had a 3-5 car motorcade. I saw out of the corner of my eye a fur blanket…all I could think about was Elizabeth and the blanket…I so wanted us to sleep together in an innocent fashion…to dream with each other rather than of each

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When I was with Elizabeth…I used to have moments of such intense happiness that it used to make me cry. I used to love so profoundly it would hurt. Loving her physically hurt. I would be overwhelmed by my love for her. Her smile would at times send me in to a state of Zen. I would then fight back the tears. It…she was so beautiful. At times I could not comprehend. She gave me so much strength

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Smashed cars, dishonored name, new house My involvement I thought was an end with “the drunken sailor” whom I will now occasionally refer to as “Fuck face” … all disrespect is intentional. This person has had so much handed to him on a silver platter and yet takes so much for granted. Humility is some times only taught when you remove every right and luxury afforded to some. Rock bottom is a

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So many incarnations. sadly so few pictures Like wanting photos of your children’s youth but then turning around to find them already all grown up (yes I did very much so adore my old phone and only after the fact do I realize this… such a cliché. ) I feel just immensely guilty and selfish for having the new uber phone while the old one served my faithfully and never gave me the slightest but of

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The constants… It always starts out as such a picturesque day… the sun is out the sky relatively clear I always start out on a hill, dark clouds to my back. The OpFor is always in white, accompanied by white horses of various breeds. They stretch far as far as the eye can see in either direction. I am always in pitch black on a pitch black Clydesdale I occasionally have a dog. He answers to

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I don't usually link or things of the sort however http://www.twinturbo.net/net/viewmsg.aspx?forum=general&msg_id=1455931 Yes I know what you are going to say after you see the last photo but I ask you...did you not laugh? or atlest gasp? cover your face? Scroll slowly...

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I forget many things… I may have mentioned this but my name seems.. so foreign to me. So I have on more than a few occasions as of late forgotten it. One time I needed to give to whomever for whatever reason so I pulled out my drivers license and my heart , my heart that I thought had burned so intensely for Elizabeth that it had become ash since she left me…broke…again. She sent me magic oh so

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