Wow i'm loving Bravenet's new look so soft and slick. After the last post i had a very strange occurance as Andy was on my mind, i was walking to the store and looking at the ground, and I was in mid step into a big puddle, and i looked up at the last second and accidentally splooshed this kid a little bit, he looked like Andy and when i turned around to think about it, he was gone. I've been plagued thinking about either editing or reprising the "Superhero Complex" post, because i left out a key element to the gathering of archetypes of psychology. I've told Cheryl once i can't be Superman all the time, refering to the tasks and energy. I said i have to be Batman at times too. I mean i am a very contemplative and dark soul, and it's difficult because Superman is always on a high, Batman must live with past mistakes and screaming duality at every light of a new day. Superman cannot understand what it's like for Bruce Wayne to be Bruce Wayne/the dark night. It's like  Clark can listen and sympathize with Bruce, but he doesn't have to live with it, like a psychiatrist and patient relationship.


Okay yeah the most wonderful time of the year for everyone is my most dreaded season, i'm not a born Grinch, i used to enjoy the Christmas seasoin as a kid, but as an adult with a brain that thinks and conquers, i can't enjoy something that represents the antithesis to truth and honesty. I remember as a kid listening to the Christmas Carol on cassette, and being afraid of ghosts visiting me, so i tried to enjoy it, but i can't enjoy stupidty and missplaced facts and ideals. I'm not upset with myself that i traded knowledge for happiness. Alright i don't wanna get into it, not that you could separate discussion from beliefs, but i'll keep my heart rate where it is.

I'm not depressed or anything it's just sad as my baby girl said, to reach Halloween, and everyone has Christmas stuff out, pole vaulting over the time honored family gathering of Thanksgiving. It's like there's no lead to it, of course we all know it's coming, but lets let the moment come on it's own volition. Snow should be falling soon and it'll be a real trip, the mornings are mild, and 30 degrees is not as bad as i thought it'd be, of course that's 30 degrees without the wind. My psychic juices are mulching the pulp, and things i've known from my dreams are speaking of their existence fading from silence. I know that this time last year, the posts have gotten thin, that's because a very special woman came into my life. In fact on Monday Cheryl and i celebrated the one year anniversary of when we became friends on myspace. Seems all like a dream, a very quick dream.

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