Well, that's about it for this archive.
Now what?
I guess I should step things up over at Fatguy Sez.
To close this out, here is a poem that I wrote to Mom on her birthday that I found stuffed between pages:
To my Mother:
As I attempt this glorious day
through written word to find some way,
to tell you true how very much
love and happiness and life and such,
all the things you've given me,
mean so much more than the words you see.
I want you to know with all my heart,
how much love I send; this tiniest part,
is but a glimmer of the blinding shine,
given by me, forever thine.
And though lacking, this is the only way,
to show my joy when I do say
that "My wondrous Mother was born this day!"
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.
Well.......... there you go.
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