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rnkt
Irish Soup Journal
Notes - Rambling - Poems - Short Stories - Art - Steve - Bull
6-1-16
I promise myself there will be a tomorrow in my heart. How else can I continue? It's always tomorrow somewhere.
Painting skills are something you learn. The talent to pain is what you have whether you what you can't help doing.
Some days are bad days, so bad I want to explode. Yesterday was one of those days. I found myself turning away a lot and counting. 98°
Another one of those days: get up, put on coffee water, got dressed, brushed teeth, washed up, made coffee; coffee cold; the pot plugged in wrong. Reheat. 100°+ day at least there is not arthritis pains. :)
Utopian: imagine a world in which the fear of death, disease, crime, and aging would have been mostly removed.
Nearly every morning I'm waking up early before day light. Some days I can't find a reason to get out of bed, but hearing your laughing somewhere in my mind gave me all the reason in the world.
Love grows from the relationships we create with each other. It is never complete, only forever + ever.
I'm told that the only reason some people get lost in thought is because it's unfamiliar territory.
I will count to ten when I'm down and try to pick myself up by painting or reading + writing. We just daydreaming. Gives me resentment that ruins the flower of the colors in my life.
MAGNUM OPUS - masterpiece: the painting of you is just one of my magnum opuses.
A smile is a beautiful conduit to connect us to other people with hearts. Those without heart don't like themselves, much less anyone else.
I find that most of the medical staff here are as jaded as a death row guard. :)
I haven't heard from anyone in a while???????????
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