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Restore from Saved Draft?
Why the heck not...
I am going to be a Country Western singer.
If you were a carpenter, and I were a lady, I'd marry you anyway; I'd have your baby.
Not any more I guess.
A sad night last night, an empty bean bag chair to show for it.
I'm no sinner but I don't know where today's gone.
I guess this is what I wanted...
...
And now for the present:
Still listening to Johnny Cash and Sweet June.
Back in Austin. But not nearly home. It's not where I left it.
Ecstatic celebration..connections, ah yes I did find that.
I found freedom and light and beauty and I have been all over this Kountry.
With all kinds of lovers and friends.
Opened hearts. Still on my mind, he is. I have written him a novel.
I plan to photocopy it, mail it off with a dead fly in the envelope...ASAP
For poetry and nonsense
...A lyric for one who was never my lover:
Everything about you is bringing me misery...
You taught me the most though. Was it good or bad?
Am I an unrealistic idealist now?
I reject this model of society. Wahe Guru!
I am back on Matterhorn Lane...
Washing my Laundry in the bath TUB. Hanging my panties to dry by moonlight all over the sad fig tree.
A beautiful sculpture it made. Look, I took a photograph.
T Shirts flutter in the musty summer air like prayer flags.
I believe it's a hard rain's gonna fall. That's why I am thinking of packing up and heading out.
To New Zealand perhaps. To Costa Rica. To follow Love.
There are nice things here too though.
A beautiful white puppy who follows me everywhere I go.
Here is a poem I wrote about my summer:
Sat Nam.
Blessings.