9/3/00

Yes we all must confess to someone. But really what would happen if I told the truth? I saw how the truth work on my mother. Yet...I work the truth. I need the truth...it sets you free...into a web of pain, of redemption, of guilt, of guiltessness...pick a poison. That is what life is about...choice.

I like to avoid difficult things. In that I am human...or perhaps it is a universal trait of everything thing.

I type while my cat begs for attention my nipping my arms and feet. A half hour ago, I watched him sleep...vunerable like a child. A cat with a soul...of course I love him...tenderly and sweetly. I fear in my love...dreading tragedy. Knowing that ti seems i lose things I treasure eventually.

So it goes, the man said

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