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“I have a tale to tell. Somethymes it gets so hard to hide it
well…”

-Madonna-
“Live to Tell”

Secret pain inside. Deep deep inside. No it isn’t any of your
business what it is for. It is mine. All mine. Mine to deal
with or not to deal with. I want to but I haven’t thyme for the
hurt that it brings back. I am so strong, but am I strong enough
to relive the memory of my misplaced childhood? What else will I
bring back. What is the memory of the I see in the strobe? Am I
afraid of remembering? What do I have to fear. Will all the
things that I know I did now, what can I have done, or what was
done to me that I am so afraid of bringing back? Such misunder­
standing, such self-centered ego trips that some people have.
Believe the children. Above all, before we learn what society
expects, they are there. In truth and blatancy, in honesty and
openness, with feeling, the children are their. Their innocence
is all that I will ever have faith in. All that I can ever rely
on. I want to preserve a child right to keep that innocence for
as long as he or she desires it. No one, for any reason reserves
the right to take away that childhood. I wish to preserve the
life that I never received, I don’t want anyone to feel the
pain, hurt, unsanity, disbelief, rejection and confusion that I
felt in those empty years when I went from a child to a little
adult in one fell swoop.

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“I have a tale to tell. Somethymes it gets so hard to hide it
well…”

-Madonna-
“Live to Tell”

Secret pain inside. Deep deep inside. No it isn’t any of your
business what it is for. It is mine. All mine. Mine to deal
with or not to deal with. I want to but I haven’t thyme for the
hurt that it brings back. I am so strong, but am I strong enough
to relive the memory of my misplaced childhood? What else will I
bring back. What is the memory of the I see in the strobe? Am I
afraid of remembering? What do I have to fear. Will all the
things that I know I did now, what can I have done, or what was
done to me that I am so afraid of bringing back? Such misunder­
standing, such self-centered ego trips that some people have.
Believe the children. Above all, before we learn what society
expects, they are there. In truth and blatancy, in honesty and
openness, with feeling, the children are their. Their innocence
is all that I will ever have faith in. All that I can ever rely
on. I want to preserve a child right to keep that innocence for
as long as he or she desires it. No one, for any reason reserves
the right to take away that childhood. I wish to preserve the
life that I never received, I don’t want anyone to feel the
pain, hurt, unsanity, disbelief, rejection and confusion that I
felt in those empty years when I went from a child to a little
adult in one fell swoop.

The lesson of two evils…

It begins with the rain. The two unite as one and flow through the

uncharted legions of the mystery realms. Those conduces of the uni

verse that can only be transcended at special thymes, with special

beings. No words in existence can do justice to the XTC felt at the

threshold. No thought or memory can adequately relive the experience.

So after the experience, bask. Bask in the feeling of now. the

present. And all the future holds in its velvet pouch. Liquids flow

and pulsate with electric surges. I can feel the potential. I can

feel the dream. The dream of the rain. Rain that brings tears of

introversion. Rain that brings floods of memories. Rain that brings

another world, another life closer to your own. Fear me not, I never

mean to bring you pain. Loneliness is something that I never want you

to know. Through the flesh and soul there is something more, some

thing special and silver. Something that is yours and in the rain

together, something that is ours alone. So ride on my friend, feel

the surges and find the mysteries that tease you and try to evade your

eyes. Find them because they want you and they are yours alone.

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The lesson of two evils…

It begins with the rain. The two unite as one and flow through the

uncharted legions of the mystery realms. Those conduces of the uni

verse that can only be transcended at special thymes, with special

beings. No words in existence can do justice to the XTC felt at the

threshold. No thought or memory can adequately relive the experience.

So after the experience, bask. Bask in the feeling of now. the

present. And all the future holds in its velvet pouch. Liquids flow

and pulsate with electric surges. I can feel the potential. I can

feel the dream. The dream of the rain. Rain that brings tears of

introversion. Rain that brings floods of memories. Rain that brings

another world, another life closer to your own. Fear me not, I never

mean to bring you pain. Loneliness is something that I never want you

to know. Through the flesh and soul there is something more, some

thing special and silver. Something that is yours and in the rain

together, something that is ours alone. So ride on my friend, feel

the surges and find the mysteries that tease you and try to evade your

eyes. Find them because they want you and they are yours alone.

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Furious I realize that I am not the reason for all of this pain. I

have been duped into believing that there is no other way than pain.

Nothing in life except suffering and loneliness. But although you may

be miserable, you have no right to expect me to be miserable as well.

I will win. Although I don’t understand how to love, enjoy life, or

be happy because I have no role models, I will find a way. Trial and

error. Over and over until I get a way for it to work for me. I want

it all and I don’t think that I am asking for too much.

to my mother…91691

Furious I realize that I am not the reason for all of this pain. I

have been duped into believing that there is no other way than pain.

Nothing in life except suffering and loneliness. But although you may

be miserable, you have no right to expect me to be miserable as well.

I will win. Although I don’t understand how to love, enjoy life, or

be happy because I have no role models, I will find a way. Trial and

error. Over and over until I get a way for it to work for me. I want

it all and I don’t think that I am asking for too much.

to my mother…91691