Anyhow, I had this post develop in my head. A post about good and bad. A post about optimism and pessimism. A post about Human Decency.
Then I promised me: I Promised me I would not post it because it might sound too preachy, but when we fall away from stating the obvious, because “it has been said too many times before,” well then we forget. And dammit! Some of us need reminding from time to time.
I’m ‘A’-Tryin’ Really Hard To Be Happy! & Up_Beat & Remain Positive! Obviously This Will Be A WIP! ‘Work-in-I Digress-Progress!’
Wish Me Luck in My Endeavor!! — And, I’m a-Tryin’ Really Hard to Entertain Y’alls! & NEVah, Evarh, Wanna Waste Yer Finite, Valuable To Me, Spent on Me. Time. This is “Me” in All Truthful Sincerity!
I Love Linda So Much! I Need to Shut The Fuck Up. I Never Loved Linda For Her Body; I Love Her For So Many Other More Substantial Things. Okay?
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I Love Linda. She is SO Un-pretentious!
She Melts My Heart
Just Like a Wheel
A Broken, Melted One
Respectful Tribute to Linda
Hopefully Well Done!
Bravo!
Watch This One Immediately Below
It Will Bring a Tear to You Eye
Linda is All Class
Watch Her Reactions
“Hurts So Bad”
Linda, you know I am gonna love you.
For a long
Long
Long
Long
Time
Forever – Time
Right until I crash my dime!
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The Absolute Best Drum In The History of Different Ones
Funny Thing: First time I Heard this Song, I Was Living in Fremont, CA. I think I was 9 or 10 or 11 or 12 and change, Don’t Matter None.. I did not know, how could I have known? had no way to know, how much Linda would shape my future world….
Linda from day one, always wore them Gawd-Awful Hoop Ear Rings, Why?
Trademark?
Most Likely
Whatever
It works for me!
And For Her Too I suppose–I Mean, I am writing about them earrings, ain’t I?
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Silver Threads Holding Me Together
Linda, I have always Adored YouL
Linda , All of Yer Music is warmed over shit,
But I do love shit.warm”d over
“Faithless Love”
Lay Down Next To Me
Just for a Moment
Then My Life Will be Complete
And I can die in happiness and peace
With your memory as my last memory of happy
I’m getting too emotional over this.
I need to stop.
But, I’ll continue
Soon
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Right Sentiment
Wrong Linda
But thank you Paul
All Lindas are Awesome(Except for the Ones What Broke My Heart)
“The way into understanding him is through the relationships with women in his life.”
— Lynn Novick
“I can’t imagine how toxic it must have been to have been around him.”
–-Ken Burns.
“I can easily imagine it.”
—Lance Marcom
“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.”
–Hem
“I could only care about people a very few at a time.”
–-Hem
“Wherever he was. Whatever he was doing. Alcohol fueled everything.”
–Ken Burns.
“I have been drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.”
–Hem
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She shot very well this good, this rich bitch, this kindly caretaker and destroyer of his talent. Nonsense. He had destroyed his talent himself. Why should he blame this woman because she kept him well? He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook.
What was this? A catalogue of old books? What was his talent anyway? It was a talent all right but instead of using it, he had traded on it. It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil.
It was strange, too, wasn’t it, that when he fell in love with another woman, that woman should always have more money than the last one? But when he no longer was in love, when he was only lying, as to this woman, now, who had the most money of all, who had all the money there was, who had had a husband and children, who had taken lovers and been dissatisfied with them, and who loved him dearly as a writer, as a man, as a companion and as a proud possession; it was strange that when he did not love her at all and was lying, that he should be able to give her more for her money than when he had really loved.
–“The Snows of Kilimanjaro”
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It was now about three o‟clock in the morning and Francis Macomber, who had been asleep a little while after he had stopped thinking about the lion, wakened and then slept again, woke suddenly, frightened in a dream of the bloody-headed lion standing over him, and listening while his heart pounded, he realized that his wife was not in the other cot in the tent. He lay awake with the knowledge of two hours.
At the end of that time his wife came into the tent, lifted her mosquito bar and crawled cozily into bed.
“Where have you been?” Macomber asked in the darkness. “Hello,” she said. “Are you awake?” “Where have you been?” “I just went out to get a breath of air.” “You did, like hell.” “What do you want me to say, darling?” “Where have you been?” “Out to get a breath of air.” “That‟s a new name for it. You are a bitch.” “Well, you‟re coward.” “All right,” he said. “What of it?”
–“The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber“
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“I would rather have one honest enemy than most of the friends I have known.”
