Like a slackened tightrope.

Between two peaks.

Above some black forest valley.

Leaning hard against the Wind.

And I'm trying hard not to listen
to those voices that say,

"Don't look Down,"
"don't Look Down"

Because I know Yes,
what will happen
if I look to see those Voices,
and forget the Wind.

Hmmm... this wasn't supposed to be a half-hearted...

not my greatest, but at least I'm writing again!

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I've wrapped ribbons 'round my Muses,
like one-thousand hangman's nooses,
tight and cruelly 'round the necks
of just as many martyred Queens.
But I have found my sweet solution
to overthrow this revolution
and do away with every stone,
each lover's cross, and guillotine-
-I will untie my Muses' ribbons,
tell them their hearts are all forgiven,
and...

Worked,
and finished all the tasks I needed to except for ONE big one, which I'll have to go in early tomorrow to do.

Voted.
Mostly yes on the propositions. Voted Obama as an independent. Can't believe Democrats think Hillary has a puppy in Karl Rove's underpants of a chance of winning in a general election.

Climbed
at the gym, and I'm noticing myself getting increasingly better.

Ate
relatively healthily. Should still try...

The nothing sound of water
going still, cool and gentle,
upon the shore
at dusk's caress
can echo like
a Buddhist's cymbal,
can be God's breath
upon my mind.

-B'sT

This just might do nobody any good. At the end of this discourse a few people may accuse this Tyger of fouling his own comfortable nest, and these forums may be accused of having given hospitality to heretical and even dangerous thoughts. But the elaborate structure of my sobriety, higher power, friends and sponsor will not be shaken or altered. It is my desire, if not my duty, to try to talk to you journeymen with some candor about what is happening in our insane world of alcoholism.*
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