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Friday Felt Like ZeroJune 27, 2008

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I imagine that yes is the only living thing. I want to bring people hope and laughter and a ferocious commitment to self-love.

THE ANGEL OF POWER. THE POWER OF DIVINE LOVE PROTECTS AND ENFOLDS ME. THIS ANGEL CAN HELP ME TO ACCEPT THE POWER OF THE ALMIGHTY, ACKNOWLEDGE MY OWN CAPACITY FOR TRANSFORMATION AND ACCEPT THE COLLECTIVE POWER HUMANITY HAS FOR CHANGE.

O God, early in the morning I cry to you. Help me to pray And to concentrate my thoughts on you: I cannot do this alone. In me there is darkness, But with you there is light; I am lonely, but you do not leave me; I am feeble in heart, but with you there is help; I am restless, but with you there is peace. In me there is bitterness, but with you there is patience; I do not understand your ways, But you know the way for me… Restore me to liberty, And enable me to live now That I may answer before you and before me. Lord, whatever this day may bring, Your name be praised.

I sent an email off to MM and more or less sort of signed-off on the situation. I guess I am jealous and lonely and at the same time somewhat relieved. It was an expense that I don’t really need right now. I just need some other diversion. I may go out to the scalehouse because the Internet connection is better. I have not decided yet. It looks like they got the septic tank drained and there is another bill for me to deal with. I am on the prowl looking for someone to spend some time with and buddy around with.

Katie called and wanted money. I made her wait a while. She said that Mikey was going to call me but he hasn’t and probably wont. I left a message again tonight. I need to get over it I guess. Nothing happened again today. I went out to the scalehouse and watched the rest of Brother to Brother. I really enjoy it. There was the poem: I loved my friend. He went away from me. There is nothing more to say. This poem ends as softly as it began. I loved my friend. I watched I Was Not There about social activists who used music and songs to get their messages out. It was not that good.
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