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What a great session - and what a bugger of a day! [May. 26th, 2006|04:41 pm]
Bienvenue and welcome to Dupont Humanite
[mood |crazycrazy]

I feel shocked, confused, ambivalent.

It's April 7 1995 in May 26 2006.

Unity in diversity.

Acceptance in rejection.

Reactive and proactive

Projective and so defensive.

My thoughts derail far too easily.

For right now - but not for ever - I may not be well enough to take on any intellectual, emotional or productive work.

I hate it. I've just overcome a tragi-comic life experience and the upshot is a psychiatric disability.

It was finally time for fate to be cruel when it has been so unexpectedly kind.

I am certain I did not deserve the blessings that I have.

I don't know whether that's optimistic or realistic.

I love healthy salads. Word salads - their verbal-lingustic equivalent are good.

I have a lot of other multiple intelligences and the past knowledge and hope of future wisdom will draw me through at least next week.

I guess the last bastion of empowerment - and the lifelong legacy of betrayal and incompetence and fraud and deception and everything else the whole shebang.

What a way to begin and what a way to end.

No more heros, no more slaves, no more gods.

I'm in this world and I hope I have allowed greater fantasy potentials to rise for reality.

Others will have to do the hard yards. From this time forward I have decided to act first last and only for myself.

I want to carry my own stability or security. Home, hospital or monastery; my options are going to be very limited.

Even the most permissive environment has rules.

Even the most loving people need structure.

From: (Anonymous)
2010-10-13 05:36 am (UTC)


Hi Adelaide, I'm Sophie. You have benn commenting on my blog quite a bit lately and I thought I'd return the favour. This is a poem, right? I think it has a lot of feeling behind it, am I right? I have an idea of what it means, but i'm not 100%, maybe you could help me understand.
Thanks, Sophie ( http://sophiehan09.edublogs.org)
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From: (Anonymous)
2010-11-18 07:06 pm (UTC)
Wishing you well. Gathered from this some major challenge occurred that was life-changing. I can relate, to the unexpected turn of things.
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