Good news to hear you are makin it okay,
as for me I could make you sorry you asked
it was the worst of times and the best...
All I got today is cliches, like baby mama drama, and mean drunks.
I got to sleep with a breathing machine, feel like I am one step from a ventilator.
I hit 265 pounds in march— did you know that after thirty six hours with out dream sleep a person can go nuts?
But I'm still living and jamming on studio eight so every things okay.
I am sleeping better and I got myself on a thousand calories a day diet and lost nine pounds so far since the 17th of march with a keyboard, a bicycle and a lot of help from friends on studio eight
I know it is another cliche about time but...
I find writing helps me deal with my emotions , the fact that you are writing a little again is good news for me.
Pardon the wander here but I think what I just wrote, and I have second thoughts about emotions and writing, contradictions abound in my mind about Plath writing her ass off those final poems and I contradict myself, about whether writing is good news, I am grateful for the poems but I think was it worth it? Somebody wrote, "you can't save a saint"
Blows my mind to think about all those junior high school girls reading the bell jar and saving their money so they can visit her grave and spit on Ted Hughes's grave.
But his daughter loved dearly and honored his memory.
God I thought i was done typing here doreen just one more thing about a book called the savage god, a line about a marriage where power flowed between a man and woman like water being poured from one vessel to another, and their marriage like Greek tragedy.
I want to write the stories that make the young girls cry, I wrote that on litkicks one time and next thing I knew there were these two litchicks posting pictures of themselves wearing Barry Manilow jackets
better go now, thanks for keeping in touch