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Climbing up the mountain to see the Dalai Lama who has been exiled from his people is a long, hard road which may or may not lead to the answers one seeks. One is told to write an epic or a plea or a desire...but it does not always manifest in that way when one writes from the heart and soul versus the mind. When one is bombared with questions of a busy mind one does not always know the way. Faith is what guides and faith is what cares. Listening to the abstract epic poetry of repetitive unpatience and fear does not constitute ideals known to both parties. Swimming around the waters of life bypassing rocks, boulders, lily pads, sharks, whales, and other obstacles is easy when there are no rapids. Look at my raft! It is so huge! It swims right over everything!!!!!....oh wait, WATERFALL!!!! Ekkk!!!

*SPLASH!*

Who needs font changes? I don't. Heh. Where is this going? Not sure. I know I changed my perspective from third to first....not sure what else what happen? Everything will just be I guess.

Happiness is what you make it. (Yay! Second!) It may not always come from conventional methods, but you will try what works. Always. But....not everything works all the time and overusing happiness can lead to depression and sadness and confusion and...and...and...yeah.

Shackles, handcuffs, rings, bracelets, chains...these are some of my favourite things! Not really. They are just things that are interesting but are not on my favourite list by any stretch of the imagination. It just rhymed...or is it rimed? Are both correct, or is one just archaic? Meh. When one writes free flowing thought it doesn't matter really. The meaning is understood...or it's not. Whichever.

I understand more than what I can explain. That is one of my difficulties. I can't always verbalize or interact my belief to others...just know that I get it. Don't make it harder than it has to be. Words cannot always express exactly the meaning. Not English...well...actually English can, but American, not so much. I'm not well versed in the English vocabulary as much as I would like, and as such when I speak I don't always speak what I mean to say and it comes out odd.

Don't wake him up in 11:34. Only after. Between when time is happiest and hell is when he sleeps. After. all is okay. Do you get it? Probably not. It's alright. You don't have to. But it's simple. It's only 84 minutes.

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