sit still……………….you look like a dalmatian searching for spots………..relax you’re in Texas now, think big those colored pencils, did you bother to sharpen them? Hell , I know you did/ did i say hell/ but when the points broke, you threw them away, what a waste…………………..I’m gonna lend you a few more     you…

if you want to see what I have given to thee you have to be still and look clear your mind, whatever is troubling you will be fine, you can pick it up later if you wish the glorious beauty of a simple flower escapes many and it costs you nothing the best things in…

gone…………………………….nah………………………i sense your presence all the time forgotten……………………………..oh hell no……………………..one, only one JB my friends loved coming over to watch us spar and you spar with them nothing aloof about our family, and that’s what they loved, the barbs and the jests…………………………you were always on we butted heads like mountain goats, and that’s the way…

so this age thing, it’s only bad if you fight it otherwise, it’s like having a private library, to remember, embrace, accept and learn that’s what life is……………………………….a learning experience, marked by lessons along the way you can even get to a place where you drop the label’s of good and bad……………you accept them as…

sometimes this world is so absurd i wish i were a little bird fly away to a distant tree where no one would think to look for me ride the shifting winds begin life all over again sometimes i wish i were a little bird, tweet this too shall pass and come again

with these pills i wed myself to a life of certain destruction and chaos little to no concern for others or how my addiction effects them i choose not to face the issues in my life, you deal with them and look after me i have a right to be the way i am because…

i write this clog, to shed light on one man’s recovery, helping myself by telling on myself and hoping somehow, someone else may find it helpful…………that’s it i have no illusion that i have the answers for me, let alone anyone else                     ———————————————————————————————– i am…

say it, me first, me first, me first………………………………sounds comforting after about 5 times………………………after 10 it makes me nauseous the reason it sounds comforting is because we have all said in the course of our life and meant it hopefully you stopped after the age of 5 and haven’t continued……………………..hopefully my experience has been that a…

God is not your vending machine but He will give you what you want sometimes so you can see how absurd your request was never fails: most of us don’t know what we want, what we need or what is best for us……………………..but we think we do……………….that’s where the trouble begins so much better off…