Stream of Consciousness (#1)

August 9, 2005 10:19 - 10:24 p.m. Pardon lack of punctuation and/or misspellings The cosmic tide that washes our clothes will come away and drive a stake between our cleavin minds that appreciate the solemn chracter that defines our integrity for it it s a shameful declaration when we thibnk about it and says what is the last island for us to ponder and what is our fear if not a figment of the feeble gracious absolute forging shortness I cant believe that we are so alone to try and want what shouldnt be wanted like the sky and rdies in the depths and a puppy that shibnees when it sees our faces Now awhy mnmust these tenses and these ties be so far apart whgenn we can have only secrets to tel ther ewas no ocean or mountian to dive into when there was secrecy among the commonplace victyim of the relesntless diseas known a nd wanted as life for the sacred shores that call into quation fall of heart and on deafness with out a guiding light like shadowles redmtption it appears to me that I cannot feel harder about life thatn I do when I cam broken ofver the timeless depths of appreciation adn of celebration which brings naught but solid framinot haa