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...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
so far behind more to follow later what?... the magical transition didn't happen overnight... I must be getting old... dramatically transforming my diet has made only minor modifications externally... logic (and bio-chemistry) caim that major changes are going on internally... I suppose that a few years of vegetating and eating a very varied, but high fat high sodium high sugar diet, has this body conditioned to maintaining fat and the lack of exercise plays right into that metabolism... and then, the scary part (not medical stuff, I am still waiting for the consults to set up appointments for more in depths tests and nothing negative was found in the preliminary check-up)... I could barely do ten push-ups today... now that is a shock to the system... I shold have known when bowling balls seemed heavier than they used to... any ordinary ego would cringe at this open exposure of how deteriorated this body has become after years of physical neglect... mine, of course, is going to DEF-CON 4 and putting nuclear missles on alert... just gotta love ego, it thinks so mch of me... and itself... lickily it is relatively immune (and defenseless to stop) the irreverent manner in which I deal with it and keep it from having much more than illusionary control over me... otherwise it might take over the universe... but back to the confessions of a wasted body, there are a dozen very plausible reasons for my stupid decisions and lack of activity, but reasons dig graves too so there's not that much value in reason when change is necessary for contined survival... and lamenting over not having intimate (and I don't merely mean sexual) friends has gone in several complete circles over the years and I'm about tied of it (what?... really?... we're gonna stop lamenting and start doing something again/... like running?... like walking across the parking lot to the small but existing gym?... like jumping in the pool and swimming a few dozen laps when the weather warms again?... like... when? I'll let you know when the answer arrives you could be magic for me you could do wonders for me you could be special to me you could if you would if you wanted to be you could reach deep inside me you could trust unconditionally you could have the secret key yo could if you would if you wanted to be more than my friend more than my lover more than the only one left to discover the passion and pain the sunshine and rain and all that could be all that's left of my brain when I went insane I discovered the truth but I couldn't bring it back they wouldn't let me they gave me drugs to force me to forget but I fooled them cuz I'm not dead yet just hiding deep inside with the secrets of all time and the keys to life itself and the universe in rhyme shhhh, come closer I'll whisper in your ear and if you want to hear you will know before I do the answer is inside where you hide shhh, come closer if you listen very closely you will find it has not died are you still breathing? . . . you could be magic for me you could do wonders for me you could be special to me you could if you would if you wanted to be you could understand everything if you wanted to if you wanted to if you wanted to if you wanted to be J |
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