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Dear Diary

She is so young
She is so old
She is so kind
so cruel
so honest
always a woman
uncanny and canny
mysterious and obvious
a hank of hair, skin and bone

If I was still alive
Even then
I could not touch her

My heart goes out to my brothers everywhere

Happy Happy Birthday to you... my silver, my gold ribbon on the lines.
I thought it was the other day, then I thought it was tomorrow.
Never can tell, but today looks good to me and hope it's good for you.

70, I can't believe it

You gots it looking easy,
doing it with ease.

I was given birth....I am living...I expect I will die...The rest is icing on the cake....

I expect to die too
but sometimes I wonder
what's my hurry.
so much frosting
my life so sweet

Questions and answers
eating my cake and having it too
why not


dying is a lonely business
I can't remember if being born was lonely too
So busy these days
being born and dying

Dear Diary, it was cold today

But the sun came out later

So I went out and strolled about

Looking at the shops

Didn't really see anything I liked

So I didn't buy anything.

On the way home, I posted a letter

Been quite a nice day...

Somebody exploded an H-bomb today

But it wasn't anybody I knew...

"The Moody Blues"
from the album "On a Threshold of a Dream"

...Then the rain continued...it was a hard rain...
What was the pity that Blaise Pascal saw,
In the 1600s, which continues to be read today?
Breaker one-nine, the internet CB radio did
Not answer him back...until now...
"Complacency!", said Frankie Lee...
Spiraling upward toward the eye of God,
Blaise Pascal found his answers at
the young age of 39...
A revelation...

Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine, though I have not quarrelled with him?
Blaise Pascal

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Been a long time since I wrote in you my dear neglected diary
I sure don't know where to begin what with all the changes I been going through the past six months or so.

Been like watching a movie play out of me walking the edge.
The changes been coming so fast.

I have to sort through my memories for something to counter act this creeping creepy feeling of decrepitude. I feel like my brain is melting.

I know what it is, its da Valentine's day meta-fiscal blues again
Ah young love, first love, never be like that again
But how sweet the memory

In the meantime I been good the last thirty six hours, even rode my bike today, stayed under or close to 2000 calories I think. Run my ass off all day doing this and that.

my lullaby tonight


good night diary

Dear Diary,

It's been a long time for me, too.
Two years or more at least.
Geezzzz. Is it actually possible
to freeze time like that?
Of course it is. I give it a flat-out
maybe, baby.

is a diary the same as a journal?......diary of anais nin reads like novel.....journal of jack kerouac reads like an open bookl...both spill guts.....under different names....maybe i'll just have to google this

Yeah, a diary is like a journal. They are synonyms. I keep journals, though, which aren't diaries at all.... they contain hand-written poetry and artwork, usually pen & ink & watercolor ala Danny Gregory.

Google Danny Gregory Everyday Matters .... then buy the book. You'll be glad you did.

Here's another highly recommended book, published by Danny Gregory. Buy THIS one... "The Illustrated Life" ... It includes pages from the art journals of many famous sketchbook illustrators.... one of my favorite books ever:

http://www.amazon.com/Illustrated-Life- ... ny+gregory