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i need love, passion, and physical touch to even contemplate being able to be whats left of this self. things were better when i could at least twice a year surround myself with a loving community. I look back over(or around) at what few people I'm in contact with and i see many things. the community is broken. there are patched here and there, of course. Many people remember. memories are what's holding it together.
I can see the many things i have lost and i mourn. -shaking head- was it my job to hold it all together? just my life? (failed at that one) I'm still a bridge, but nobody crosses. either i need to start over or take a hand in building those connections back up. we've all changed, sometimes grown, sometimes not. but we are still connected. still kin in many ways. a shadow of movement can become something far more.
it appears hard to be inspired when hopeless. blah, blah blah. innane crap.
Matt good luck. Kenna nice job. yo Kip! Chris, hope you are up to no good. JEsse, you always were a crazy bastard. amanda, you know who you are.
any ideas where everything went?
I can see the many things i have lost and i mourn. -shaking head- was it my job to hold it all together? just my life? (failed at that one) I'm still a bridge, but nobody crosses. either i need to start over or take a hand in building those connections back up. we've all changed, sometimes grown, sometimes not. but we are still connected. still kin in many ways. a shadow of movement can become something far more.
it appears hard to be inspired when hopeless. blah, blah blah. innane crap.
Matt good luck. Kenna nice job. yo Kip! Chris, hope you are up to no good. JEsse, you always were a crazy bastard. amanda, you know who you are.
any ideas where everything went?