Saturday night
Joan away
Trash on TV
me, a recovering Gastroholic.
Zig on the rug
No cigar or Cointreau
A wee vulnerable
not used to that
it is good for me
Usually I chose it
This time, it has come uninvited.
I don't feel bad
Lots of good feelings
Feel like I am in Elastoplast City
Limping County
Gutache State
OK/UK
I have been prepping for gigs next week
I am working now
not laid up now
remarkably thinking clear
designing new interactive/experiential things
for beautiful humans.
Had some nice emails
No replies yet
Thank you for caring
My inbox grows
I deal with priorities
Leave out so much
I know I am forgiven
It is a big part of loving .......
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I never used to write in little chunks, one liners. I used to write real sentences or speak into a Dictaphone. I filled multiple tapes on long car journeys. Then it was typed for me so wondrously. Now I just click a few reflections. Don't have to do real English now - much.
The picture/article here on the blog, is an article in a recent magazine (click to enlarge - the thought is for your soul too!)
Feel I am rambling tonight. But needed to click.
I sort of ................ lets go.
It sort of pauses the washing machine of my soul.
I believe you are beautiful
It took me 40 years to believe that about myself
Please don't wait that long.
bhp
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