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Ah...what you see most days on the journal is improv. into the update page, with minor tweaking here and there. I print them out and file them away for later use. What I've written so far since I've joined, has become my new chapbook.

If it's not an improv., whatever book of mine it's from is noted.

The "Gospels of Eve" poem, however, was four seperate fragments on four seperate post-it notes sitting on my desk. I looked at them, saw that they went together nicely, cooked up the title, and there you have it!


What's "making me happy"?

Happiness is a choice for me. It doesn't depend on an outside source. Same with sadness. I have power over what I think and feel...we all do. After all, it's your brain, not anyone elses! Believe me, it hasn't always been like this.

Best thing I could have realized, and did: 99.9% of all of my emotional angst is caused by someone else not acting or responding in ways I think they should.

What they think and do is none of my business.

And it works the other way around, as well.


I write because I love it.


Peace to ya, my friend.

-c.

[Edited on Sep 30, 2005 10:36PM]

dude... coke and suicide girls... genius in a box