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Hmm. It's 3:30 AM Does that count as Mon, or Sun? Happy Columbus Day. I have a new PC. NEW. 5x866, 16 megs Ram, Jaz Drive, 244 megs base, full tower, Diamond Stealth 3d card.
Kewl.
That was my weekend. no school today. Therapy tonight. And I have to reschedule seeing the Paso Fino. ::sigh:: I don't even want a horse yet. I am going to Homecoming. It's too early to gripe with myself. I'm tired. G'night.

Well, it's 8:00 PM. listenin' to the radio. I think I'll write my poem about love. Extended metaphor paper airplane. let's see what I can crank out, eh?

A monstrous liner flying high
fashined of paper, so fragile.
It never knows where it's going
but it knows where it wants
to the amber sky on fire
up it flies, up to the skies,
till it burns, falls, and crashes.

-The Flight-
a gliger aloft, it seeks teh sky
a baby, a newborn, a puppy.
on familiar winds, it searches
for what? for why?
for the Amber Sky! so peaceful so high.
on fire it burns, though I'll never know why
the bright red glare, orange floods every where
and yellow small flame of it's own.
<-
but to fly too high, not to touch the sky
leaves one charred, burnt and fried.
Then to fall to the earth, all sickened
and wet leaves one
-> let's start this ->
The glider is there, mingling
with the air, so sure, so calm, so collected.
When the wind pulls away, the night is here to stay
and it fall, and it burn, and dirty.
It will look to the sky, and then it askes why
{
the sky didn't mean it,
the sky didn't know,
It wouldn't have burnt you,
It wouldn't soon go.
} Crap. To be removed.
{
But as skies often lie
andold gliders crash, and die.
the is teh same, w/a mean and horrid game.
and teh glider is soon reborn.
to try again, to fly to Heaven
} Redone (below)

But the sky will lie,
the glider will die
though another is born in teh ashes.
With rekindled freedom, it too longs to fly, with it's lover, it's soulmate
Then Dies.

I like it. It is a good metaphor for love. At least for the way I feel about love now.
It's depressing. kind of. It depends upon what you make the glider symbolize. It could be me, and teh wind is Melissa, and the sky is her. I dunno. eh. When I wrote it, the sky was/is/ was all teh girls who made me emotionally distraught. Shawna/ Johanne. Johanne. it looks best written small. Is that because I'm getting over her and am getting through rejection? Or is it just because?
::sigh:: Jesse didn't hook up my printer inside my P.C. Tomorrow, today in 8 mins. I need to print it out at school, and glue ashes to it.
Sayonara!
Oh, BTW! Dr. Gero Says I'm doing better. I guess I am, but I still want to be loved. I Really want to be loved. Hmm... should I ask Katie/ Heather/ Liz for hugs directly, or not at all, or use the Gerome Martin "Morning Hug" technique?
Oh, who cares! Ciao
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