getting dark. i'm sitting here and trying to convince myself that tomorrow, tomorrow
(yeah i know sappy song)i WILL dig into my files and start putting together the poems that i have been gauging good enough for a book.
yes, my often thought about and more often put off thinking about book.
ack! i just hate myself when i get to thinking about it and yet i want to, no i NEED to so terribly bad.
hate and fear and doubt and sweat and tears and headaches and chest pains and still
i have this need to!
fucking loon that i am.
no matter if i start the process or not tomorrow, i can't win and i can't lose but i can nit pick myself to death.
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You can only lose if you don't do it, sherry.
Use Teh Force. DO IT!
BTW, that's a spectacular photograph... yours?
thanks, i'm trying, well, i'm trying to try.
i like the photo, nope not mine.
wish it was. i used it because we do have nights that look like that round here.
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