Friday, February 19, 2010

Dispassionate Friends



February 19, 2010
10:54:21 MST, G-town, CO


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I am attracting in a dispassionate unflustered friend.
I am attracting in many dispassionate unflustered friends.
I am attracting in unflustered female friends that I am intimate with AND they are dispassionate with me.
I am attracting in male dispassionate unflustered friends.





I am attracting in both female and male intimate friends with the aim of, when they blow out and become angry…they are not angry at me; not unlike so many people still believe in their brains that they need to be this way and continue to behave in this non-effective style. I fell prey to just this over the last full moon and regret my behavior. It has to say the least …been an eye-opener and at most in my opinion a stage call for action on my part to grow away from such intensities. These intensities turn me into the guy who ‘doesn’t Get-it’ and all that is left to do is get my pc. of chicken at the BBQ and step to the back of the line.




It is too complicating to have immature friends like this in the closest region of my heart these interesting days and nights since Kyle passed; as well My actions are unacceptable to what Shakespeare called―> “To Thine Own Self Be True”.


I need/want/desire dispassionate unflustered female friends that want to be intimate with me and when she or me or both …become angry and disgruntled…..she doesn’t get angry at me but can articulate and not divert her idea while encumbered. I need/ want/ desire the same in males although not sexually.

Above is an affirmation of sorts and an expressed yearning that is the black on the white. I wonder whether you want/aspire for the same?

Sunday, February 7, 2010












February 7, 2010
11:37:33 MST, Georgetown, CO

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Another notion I entertain is whether you have been so-called environmentally-involved... I mean past the recycle thing that the consumerists laud so loudly. Past the pretty-color-coordinated plastique crates for “all your recycling needs” as the recyclers put it so eloquently; beckoning us all in America to do “OUR PART” what ever that part is.
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My best friend Kyle Miller killed himself January 15th, this year and things have been Fucking Interesting as time goes forward.