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Just know, I will not allow you to interrupt the flow. I'm fond of green herb like I am of the word but I've got just one addiction and that's respect. Yes, should I ever detect the slightest lack of respect, I will introduce you to my tech. That is not a bluff: I'm that tough. I carry gloves in 98 degree weather because I never know whether they'll be needed to weed the garden that my father planted for me. Now, if you're starting to discern the true nature of this world, see it as an opportunity to learn from Sean. You must focus on the flow of the moment, fire up the momentum, because it is not ours to know if their will be another moment. You are just a few lines of code in a heavenly blueprint; you must stand for what you know to be true, even if this is not in your best interest, or tending toward profit. Just listen to the prophets, invest in heaven no matter what the rate, and your interest will rapidly accumulate. And you must study but not like they tell to you, they love to chatter and turn a blind eye to those things that truly matter. Now, I will reveal to you all the philosophy I have ever come to need, through the hungry years and the darkest seasons, I never listen to reason: it's the sword of the father of deceivers. My actions are always those which are the most flowish. Yours, as I've come to notice, are those which are the most ho-ish. Fix that.

This morning I received a card from my Latin teacher. I wrote perhaps 6 letters at the end of the year, and have had two replies. The predictable...

Simon and Garfunkel meet the Billy Goats Gruff

All that you can recall from that dark house on the hill was the misery, was the pain, was the harden words as they came it was there that you grew...

I saw a boy being pushed by in his mother in his wheel chair they passed a young mother pushing a pair of giggling toddlers did he think he would ever grow up, ever push the chair Under his own power he seemed to want the indendence helping his mother by pushing the wheels as she propelled him onwards waiting the day when she allowed him to control his own life.

Loneliness, my friend you never judge me but take me as I am and in your quiet arms I'll rest and allow the fire of me to slowly die. I did so seek...

Smashed glass, the mirror no longer whole. Piece by scattered piece, blinded to the earth, lost from reflection, love so blind. The frame still true...

I've seen the excitement, Of your inner child. A flicker of seduction, That always drives me wild. I've seen raw emotion, A romantic haze. I've seen...

The light plays amidst the trees, its brightness flashes out a story in the breeze. A dancing Nymph picks up its thread and sings the rhythm of myth...