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Still making slow but steady progress. Am feeling strange and tingly still after having read Cryx's essay on love.
I must learn LJ codes.
I have been writing again, which is a good thing. I have an eating routine, again, good thing. I am not smoking as much, also good. But it is still hard for me to do things sometimes. Fair enough, I have been online and saved myself a day of travel by collecting telephone numbers, but, oh, I just have the same old feelings of inadeqeuecy (I know I cant spell too). Its a nothing, it somes in fits and starts... sometimes the little things make me feel good, sometimes nothing but Love is enough.
I did recieve my degree certificate today though. Considering I completed that bastard three years in 2001... A piece of paper. You know, if they had shown me that before, I think I would have just folloed my dream and become a biker then. But npw I can be an educated biker, and people can think I have failed or an eccentric or both. Me. I'll be like Toad in his car, not giving a shot cos Im happy (excpet I wont be running people over, its part of my philosophy dontyaknow).
Love oh Love
You are an ellusive bitch, arnt you?
But then, so is spelling.
My vision of Beauty is blind
Her voice silenced
An intake of breath across the back of my neck
I am alive
I like being single, but Love... of Love. There are those I know now, those I am curious about because I am alive, because I feel. This is amazing! My senses awakening...
Oh, and I extended my philosophy or egalitarian humanitarianism to cover the ideology of equality. Bespoke equality to be exact - one size fits one, or *finite interchangeable option to allow a "best fit" for every individul need*. This would be more economically viable than simply saying as an idealist that everyone shall have evrything they need. Bespoking allows for customisation and affordability, minimising waste and allowing the maximisation of production capacities.
All this before I started reading a summary of Marx!
Point - to love me, someone will need to love dancing, and thinking, feeling and torrential desire, and be afraid of nothing...
*Dancing-lesbian-philospher-poet seeks companion to laugh at fear and cry at joy*
I must learn LJ codes.
I have been writing again, which is a good thing. I have an eating routine, again, good thing. I am not smoking as much, also good. But it is still hard for me to do things sometimes. Fair enough, I have been online and saved myself a day of travel by collecting telephone numbers, but, oh, I just have the same old feelings of inadeqeuecy (I know I cant spell too). Its a nothing, it somes in fits and starts... sometimes the little things make me feel good, sometimes nothing but Love is enough.
I did recieve my degree certificate today though. Considering I completed that bastard three years in 2001... A piece of paper. You know, if they had shown me that before, I think I would have just folloed my dream and become a biker then. But npw I can be an educated biker, and people can think I have failed or an eccentric or both. Me. I'll be like Toad in his car, not giving a shot cos Im happy (excpet I wont be running people over, its part of my philosophy dontyaknow).
Love oh Love
You are an ellusive bitch, arnt you?
But then, so is spelling.
My vision of Beauty is blind
Her voice silenced
An intake of breath across the back of my neck
I am alive
I like being single, but Love... of Love. There are those I know now, those I am curious about because I am alive, because I feel. This is amazing! My senses awakening...
Oh, and I extended my philosophy or egalitarian humanitarianism to cover the ideology of equality. Bespoke equality to be exact - one size fits one, or *finite interchangeable option to allow a "best fit" for every individul need*. This would be more economically viable than simply saying as an idealist that everyone shall have evrything they need. Bespoking allows for customisation and affordability, minimising waste and allowing the maximisation of production capacities.
All this before I started reading a summary of Marx!
Point - to love me, someone will need to love dancing, and thinking, feeling and torrential desire, and be afraid of nothing...
*Dancing-lesbian-philospher-poet seeks companion to laugh at fear and cry at joy*
