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Don't stop whatever you been doing Clay, glad to see your color returning, you were looking mighty pale their for a while.

Thanks for being a friend of Clay's Mr Troll. Clay is the oldest friend I got on this world wide web. All goes back to litkicks, he never kicked me when I was down, neither did Doreen.
Maybe they should have but they never did.

Clay has gained 7 lbs., is hardly needing his oxygen tube, and walks a brisk pace pushing his wheelchair ahead of him. I'm a fast walker, and I was keeping up with him, rather than the other way around.

My wonderful Clay,

I can't believe all that has happened while I was away, and it has broken my heart to learn of your struggles. Thing is, I know you are one hardcore son of a gun and can conquer anything. My thoughts and my heart are with you, beautiful poet.

Sending you all of my love,
Lucy

Jack... the best way to reach him is via email at litnrod11@yahoo.com

not important
enough to email him

i hoping he is still on the mend
i praying/thinking that he is one tough son of a bitch
and that he will keep on keeping on
because i need to hear his voice
his "informed subjectivity"
need it more than ever since molly moved on
i guess i just want to hear from him here
my mind goes out to him in dark places
well maybe i wont get what i want but if i try real hard..................

just about money
i sent him a few bucks
i would like to make sure he got it from paypal
i am not too sure about paypal sometimes

Keep it up, Clay! keep it
up.

i got one of those Orgones. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orgone
I mean, its all i can offer. hey, if you ever get one, you might be surprised.
ive been surprised once.

Thanks to everybody for the good thoughts. They mean a great deal to me and give me the strength to keep going.
Jack, I got your Paypal message. Thank you so much. I really comes in handy when there is nothing coming in. The same day that you sent that around the first of the year is when I went to the hospital. I had to go by ambulance because I couldn't make it to the car. That pneumonia very nearly took me down.
But I keep getting a little stronger every day. They kicked me out of the assisted care home where I was staying because they thought I was smoking. Imagine that!….grin. So, I moved to another place called The Renaissance. It seems a little more friendly. They assure me that my morphine is on its way.
I'm thinking about writing an article about being institutionalized. It will contrast public school, prison, hospitals and care centers and old-folks homes. I auditioned a number of these places when looking for a place to continue my recovery. The nursing home business has changed a lot since I used to go and visit my grandmother in one.
Thanks again to you all for your thoughts and prayers. Thanks to Mr. Troll for keeping my picture out there and letting everybody else know what's going on with me. He's been a great friend and he brings me medicinal confections to help me ease my stay in stir.
I'll try to write more as I get stronger.
Love to all
Lrod

I am hoping you get what you need clay. I will send more when I can. Sorry I get so paranoid about money. I hated to think it was just out there doing you no good.

Smoke um if you got um,
I been getting my nicotine fix with an inhaler.
And man you need some good brownies
You are going to be stronger. I am glad you got a roof over your head and friends. My thoughts so dark, please take it easy on yourself.

Although he had battled the disease for sixteen years he never gave up the huge cigars with which he became so identified. He was 83 years old when he asked his doctor to end his life, and died of a physician-assisted morphine overdose in London on September 23, 1939.

wicki

Thank you Mister Troll