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My ignorance races beyond grasp unable to grow vast enough to catch it up and know the all or why of it.

Perhaps merely an old persons game, this pin cushion of beans or sand, stuck through with the common pins of quotes; glistening, well worn—smooth as frogs toes.

“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute – even when the waters get deep, and dark.”

. . . discovered just now @ http://weseekjoy.blogspot.no/

Stunned to discover the above. Reminded my perception nominally remains influenced by my father’s estimate of competition, fame and acclaim; celebrity as success and wealth . . . at least that was the measure of I remember from infancy onward, now hearing music differently than what he implied or bribed. Conscious he left me only words at death: “goodbye.”

We both left penniless by the true gangsters bankers and Wall Street speculators, politicians stuffing their yaps with lifelong security while stealing ours; leaving veterans to sleep under bridges . . . and on . . . and so on.

Usury as wonderful for serial rapist and pickpockets collectivized at 1%. Think not of Drug Lords in Juarez but of the Belt Way humping you naked—they in business suits.

In Public and plain sight.

But—i digress. My intention not lost but distracted by entering, momentarily, into the carnival menagerie freak show kiddy porn propaganda presented as news when actually infotainment wall-to-ceaseless-wall noise partizan for power and control. A centrifuge spinning out our souls, home, education, health and pennies. To me a tsunami of dreck.

I do not disapprove of profit but 66 2/3rds a bit much, much less taking entire nations hostage. Had I my mother’s bequest it would have given me a diet of something other than beans and rice. My father’s would have provided me with a life of quiet dissipation, or so I once thought prior to being where I am happily impoverished yet rich in friends.

Bereft my father’s attitudes and perceptions of what is good and holy I sense for myself what is appropriate and good for all the rest of us. We 99%.

I have yet to write any where near what I long for: Poetry. That impossible, to me thing, like music was made, the language of God’s Lullaby.

If coin be wealth, as words are to me, then I am armpit deep in them. Girding my loins to move forward. Gaining an education. And for now profoundly grateful for N’tima’s words (above) a balm upon my temerity and bewildering ignorance.

130516 MDT 14:07 racing

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