We had full plates and so we ate and ate until stuffing ourselves failed to satiate. Then we went for a ride to the other side and denied we had anything to hide. It was because of the night of our biggest fight when we said what we felt and felt what we might if our hearts were crushed right in everyone's sight and we're torn and forlorn about ever being born.

Loving all of God's creatures is encouraged by teachers who are sometimes just preachers with no redeeming features but an unusual fervor for some charming self-server or platitude spouting, whining and pouting, authority doubting profiteer who is incognito as a volunteer and can validate almost any fear saying just exactly what you want to hear.

I don't really care for the intimate air with which some friends share what is not really there while professing to be some great rarity trying to make you see that they're doing it for you because you want them to when they actually try to explain or deny that they especially savor some debatable flavor and can take it or leave it if only you'd believe it.

So I believe what is best as determined by the rest of the takers of the test simply playing the odds if there are no sure nods in any direction that passes close inspection and I hope I can cope with the insincere dope who tries to disguise egotistical lies as guidelines and rules for itinerant fools who are only their tools.

You just can't know the truth when there isn't any proof but, if you did, you would swear nothing about it was fair and you'd try not to care... that's the danger, right there.

Idea Seed Pretend you aren't reading this Pretend it's in your head Not something that was written But something someone said And try and understand it Like it was your secret thought You wouldn't even know it Unless you had been taught Then maybe you will realize That knowledge isn't power Until you put it to some use And let your gumption flower Posted 12/30/2003 at 8:51 AM

My Christmas gift for you old Xanga readers is after the cut...


... Merry Christmas