Vincit Qui Se Vincit
True
The road was rocky, but I made it... in the nick of time.
Thank you.
Yes, I do feel it.
Already the "hot season" is working it's wonders on me. The temper is short, the messed up CNS symptoms are many... sleep is more than vital for me this time of year... I'll have my bed within days though, and I very much look forward to sleeping on it. Well, I hope that I can actually sleep on it, but not sleeping on it will certainly be more comfortable than not sleeping on my currently in use pseudo-bed.
This "graduation gift" will be very much appreciated, and I do so look forward to the next round of dreams which may accompany it as well.
...yes... in dreams.
In my dreams, I will always find you.
...yes... in dreams.
In yours, you'll never be rid of me.
...yes... in dreams
we won't ever, ever say goodbye.
Me. Chapter 14
It actually started back in January... the 18th, to be exact... but I'm now 14K... 14,000 (plus) days old. I like keeping the "fourteen" part in mind. For some odd reason, when I do that, it makes me feel pretty ok.
When I turned 14 actual years old, I had just started High School... graduated from Middle School. It was 1983. Now? At (my newly defined) 14? Yes. I'm ready. I'm ready for whatever is coming up next. I'm ready for an official end to chapter 13, and ready for whatever may come up next in this 14th chapter.
Yeah... I'm 14 alright... I feel that now all too familiar "battle cry" in my very bones... the same one I once felt back in the 1983-84 version of 14...
Yeah... I feel...
BRING IT ON!!!
MISScommunication
I support MY troops.
One of my downstairs neighbors, who was "taken out" about a month back... yeah... she's still not back. I saw them put her into the ambulance... and you know what? I SALUTED her. I FUCKING SALUTED HER!
I knew that she was down for real.
No nickname for her. None at all. On this blog, she was just the "black woman" who lived downstairs, whom I RESPECTED for being such in this country and lasting for as long as she did... yes... and living to tell the tale... for living to REPRESENT.
It's been about a month now.
I don't think that she'll be coming back.
She's in a "home" now.
"A home."
Not HER home!!!
M'am...
take all that horrible SHIT with you and throw it the hell away... right up that Devil's ASS!!!... if you can. What you went through? NO ONE SHOULD.
I SALUTE YOU. YOU are a TRUE "soldier".
YOU put the "brave" in "the home of the brave"... NOT ME... YOU.
...and I thank you... from the core of my being.
