What do you do when you want what can’t be bought, rented, leased, lent, stolen, found or made but can only be given by a willing heart?
Where’s the magic five point plan for that, O priests of self help, quick fix advisors, and back slapping coaches?
Come walk in my desert a few miles and tell me it’s a lake.
Be My Blog 
Look for the one who’s willing to give rather than pine for the one that isn’t.
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oh for chrissakes
yeah, i’ll just press the fucking button that makes that happen. thanks
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That skipping-stones piece you wrote the other day was wonderful. But I sometimes feel like you’re transfixed by what a beautiful tragedy your life is.
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That’s just lovely.
Should I try to write poorly about my problems in order to satisfy your standards of literary authenticity?
What an asshole remark.
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Authenticity? No question about that. If I didn’t know you, it would be different… it’s that I’m also concerned with you as a person and not just a sometimes brilliant writer.
I read most everything you write and I find it disturbing that you muster the most rhetorical energy when constructing a prison for yourself. (And personally speaking… that’s disturbingly familiar to me.)
I figure if we can put a skateboard on Mars we can find one intelligent, interesting and sensitive guy both interesting employment and loving companionship.
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Since we seem to be sending even more stuff to Mars, can we make that two? 🙂
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That skipping-stones piece you wrote the other day was wonderful. But I sometimes feel like you’re transfixed by what a beautiful tragedy your life is.
Not to be glib, but that’s a great summation of blogging.
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I found that there is no plan. No quick fixes. Desperation though, is not attractive, but fled from.
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true, so true
fortunately i only go into desperation temporarily when rejected
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