community. i experienced a new defintion tonight. i liked it. i need it. i thank Jesus for it.
something else. truth is not the answer. it is the only way to find the answer. i am not satisfied with mere truth. i expect it, and am disappointed by its' lack of presence. i must know what to do with it once it has been "gained."
Christopher Parkening was good. his accompaniment was not so good - they detracted. he should have flown solo. thanks graham. you're the best.
i met an old man who edited the Lubbock A-J for 45 years. he appears to be a somebody in this town and knows "people" who aren't in this town. he told me to make sure my children studied history. he told me to drop his name at a local travel agency and to travel to russia because it was a "cheap" trip right now. he told me to go to the theater and see where yeltsin once sat. he said i should see the world like he has (he once sat across from arafat). he said i would never regret it. i did not disagree.
i am a part. solitary. surrounded. engulfed. my isolation drowns in the gulf surrounding. i melt into other parts. still my own, yet not. i am a part.
something else. truth is not the answer. it is the only way to find the answer. i am not satisfied with mere truth. i expect it, and am disappointed by its' lack of presence. i must know what to do with it once it has been "gained."
Christopher Parkening was good. his accompaniment was not so good - they detracted. he should have flown solo. thanks graham. you're the best.
i met an old man who edited the Lubbock A-J for 45 years. he appears to be a somebody in this town and knows "people" who aren't in this town. he told me to make sure my children studied history. he told me to drop his name at a local travel agency and to travel to russia because it was a "cheap" trip right now. he told me to go to the theater and see where yeltsin once sat. he said i should see the world like he has (he once sat across from arafat). he said i would never regret it. i did not disagree.
i am a part. solitary. surrounded. engulfed. my isolation drowns in the gulf surrounding. i melt into other parts. still my own, yet not. i am a part.

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