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Grey Green Gospel: no title
I want something new to bring to the table gentle reader. My habits have become my activities and my activities are becoming my life. I am the same person you have read about before in many ways. In thinking, I mean. You see, I am, or rather, I have been trying so hard not to think about the things that I seem to keep thinking about. Does that make any sense? I know. I choose to do these things gentle reader, you are right again. I do, however, feel as if I am reaching some sort of brink, break, or crack happening to me. I keep thinking of myself as a rock that continues to fleck off rock. Matter dissipates. What we are doing tonight, at work, and then tommorow night, is what we are doing. What I am doing I mean, I guess. New activities, new thoughts, anything and everything right now. Sigh, I just do not want to feel like I am repeating myself. Carrying my hangups with no matter where I live or work. My schedule, the no two days off in a row, is really getting to me. And yes, I can handle being the boss now but it does drain me so much. The questions, the jesus, the repetition, the music, the insanity, and then death. Yes, Ed, my bosses husband is dead. I knew he was dead when I pulled into the parking lot behind the shop and there was a swan in the parking lot, wandering about. I talked to the people at the animal hospital and they said that swans only hang out in public places like that when they have lost their mate. Swans mate for life. A swan once loved lives in the man made pond behind the shop now. I would never have thought that I was capable of being jealous of a swan.
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