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the story thus far:

warren is having a dream. a lot of wierd and bizarre... "dreamlike"... things happen. he wonders if its all worth the effort of sleeping. there are pictures made and evidence and such of the dream. poetry and such. he looks back and wonders if the memory of it all is worth the effort of waking.

i take things to heart. i believe in people and what they say (until proved otherwise, then be prepared to explain yourself). i believe that love and compassion for the human condition is the only thing that really matters. i take, i use, i spend, i try, i consume. i create, i employ, i give, i offer, i hold. when i fuck up, i hate myself for it. when i make right, i wonder if anyone listens. when i stand under the stars, i feel whole. (sometimes, i wish that things were different...)
i am needy i am wanting iam precarious iam preceptive iam protective iam receiving iam alighting iam corroded iam intwined iam calamity iam raucious iam whimsical iam stronger iam movement iam heartstrings iam burning iam hopeful iam trusting iam dreaming iam more than iam curious iam connected iam query iam wishful iam asking iam seeking >tell it true<
he is me as i am him as you are she and we are all subject to our own deamons. mine demonstrates his absolute scorn for my existence by sheer indifference. i say the joke is on him, 'cause i am a fuck all atomic bomb moving through this universe. ignore my ass and you've missed a cascading tremor. all the fucker sees now are the results.

the heart continues to expand in ever-widening concentric circles. i fall in love daily with one thing or another, and i would not have it any other way. life is good; succulant, savory, sweet, and sour. i have an ongoing love/hate with myself, and i figure that's just the way it's supposed to be.

i work hard, i play harder.

i like yes.