Once there was a humble stick-wielder who, when unabashed, attempted to gain honors with his balance. Of course, no town or burb is sufficiently a town nor burb without its standard stick-wielder. Yet one of unkeen balance was odd indeed.
Yesterday, the stick-wielder walked through Merthle's Things 'n' Studding, looking, quite frankly, for a wife. Not just any wife, but his own. And don't be confused into thinking that he would find her, for he wasn't betrothed. Not only that, but none were very fond of him.
What to do when the telephone rings and you aren't expecting a call? Don't answer. Sooner or later, all of those other important callers will call when you're waiting for another. Remember: The most important people are those on your mind. Right now.
On Xmas of 1992 my brother gave me this journal made of recycled paper with a twig pencil. I eventually filled it up sporadically up to 1995. I dug it out, dusted it off, and started looking through it today, May 6th, 2013. I've decided to reproduce the posts online. It's raw and sure to be embarrassing, but I feel enough time has passed that I can distance myself, yet find a very familiar me within these lines and perhaps find the inspiration to take up the pen again..... Thanks, big Bro.
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