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The Truth About David
Wednesday, September 28

Grasping at rain drops

Is that a drama queen title or what?

Man I need to get over myself. I seem to have a persistent need to flaunt my creative side instead of nurturing it. Growing up, in a spanish family, bravado and flare where endorsed. My quiet and slow nature was punished by way of social pressure and mild rejection.

It wasn't the best of situations but my family does love me and that's worth something.

I spend so much time thinking that I'm started to forget how to live life the way I did before. But I guess before is gone, it's ways awash in murky memories, so I have to adapt. I've spend life adapting and I think I might be tired of it. But I guess that's when you die, right?

Not ready for that just yet.

Well I am ready, just not looking to speed things up. I 'm not sure I have this post tacted down and it's all fuzzy talk. Can't be perfect. Consider this my warm posts.

The man is coming back to tell some stories and look under some rocks.


Keep my link.


You know you want to!

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David Lee I Be around 10:09 AM
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Monday, September 26

All I do

I have a lot of free time.

Most of which I can not, do not, use because I feel like shit. So I do what I can. Play with and feed, walk the dog. Read the news (from non-American bought-off companies, of course) and keep up on the business world. Between bouts of melancholy and ambivalence I stroke my investments for maximum yield.

I sometimes sweep and mop the kitchen floor so my puppy doesn't die due to dirt ass parents.

But mostly I think. Think about what I had planned on doing with my life. Think about all the friends and enemies I used know from what feels like decades ago. Ponder, plot and plan-the Capricorn's sacred 3 P's.

I often sew in the basin of my own anxiety.

This is because I'm not working, not going to school, even though the thought of doing so makes me queasy with aggravation, not doing any of things that I used to do before life went sideways. I always worry about money even though I have plenty at the moment. I wonder when my girlfriend will find a job that will take the financial pressure off me and, most importantly, off of her.

It's all very taxing.

It is, however, all I can do. I can not will my disc back into place. I can not make the diabetes go away; it's complications tagging along for the departure. My eye is as good as it's going to get until medical science figures out the whole nanobot-in-the-blood repair thing.

Things could be worse and I can still make them better.



The truth is: It's never all bad for me. I've made it this far be holding on to the good. The funny and the strange. The happy and turning of the tides. No one gets to heaven by jumping of the roof-you have to climb those stairs. So it's step by step for me. No matter how hard the hammer falls.

thrown together by
David Lee I Be around 12:26 PM
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