But I know what I know, if you know what I mean:
Okay, so what am I sure of? Hardly myself at this point, though that is slowly shifting. I swear, I've heard it said that if you live long enough you will learn how to live in this world. And I just may be catching on. No great revelations of anything over here, just pleasure in the small gleanings such as: Work like a Slave if you Want to Live like a King.
Find some things that give you pleasure.
Superheroes definately need secret identities and costumes.
My inner child has earned her whuppings.
A woman in any shape or form is still a woman.
Same for men.
Sometimes, no matter how smart you are, you are really, really dumb.
The book is never finished. It just stops at some point that may or may not be acceptable to the writer and reader.
Good music will break writer's block.
and a Change is sometimes just as good as Rest, but is in no way a substitute for regular rest.
Orange juice can fix almost any minor ailment.
A legitimate illness can cure any hypocondriac notions in 5 seconds flat.
You make your own luck, your own bed, and that's about all.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I'm Not Aware of Too Many Things
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