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the city is a much different place in the morning, more intoxicating riding the bus.  men in banana suits cross in front of me.  I am in the business.

Thank you Nature

Ideas like this don't come along everyday.  Today however, is one of those days and I have fire to thank for that

Over Run

I am American, a privileged one.  I am in a constant battle with an onslaught of products.  I try to keep the junk that fills my drawers, my closets and my car from taking over my space. 
I want to give it away, but there is little value in my junk and there is not a market for it.  So I hold on to my super balls, my golf gloves, my pens and pencils, and my art.

I feel bad when I look at it, I am one of the few that has this problem.  My mind turns to the less fortunate in Africa, Indonesia, in Mexico. 

I want to send my life to them.  But the shipping would be too expensive.

Change Of An Era

I was in a ditch the other day.  I however have changed my path and was able to climb out of that ditch and now find myself in the bright sun light of the mid day.  I want to live here forever, warming limbs, eating sandwitches.

Why Should I

Some blogs are focused.  This one is not.  My mind freely spills out onto the white canvas of this blog.  I don't care if there is a market for my mind, I am writing.

PENpal

Writing to a penpal is a lost art.  Today I will search for penpals on each of the seven continents.