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 | | A Love to Remember
A tribute to my deceased step-father, with conversations with the deceased, post mortem.
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| | | chapter 6 continued (w. Mitch)
SIF cont.
“Hey all you people in thespan style=""> /span>
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p class="MsoBodyText">streets, I mean those of you who speak about freedom.span style=""> /span>You say you’re getting span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">together but I don’t see how.span style=""> /span>You meet stormy weather with no one around who has span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">a peace of mind.”span style=""> /span>span style="font-family: |
| | | Chapter 7 Working Hippies in Redneckland
Mitch and my takes on working
Working hippies in Redneckland
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p class="MsoList">Late seventies span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoList">The Hatfield Fiasco span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">“Here’s a hundred years worth of old maps of this town. They relics, but have them span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">bound and indexed in six months.span style=""> /span>Tell us what ya need, or better yet, get it yerself span style="font-fa |
| | | I Never Met a Bird I Didn't Like
Compilation of writings and pictures of my life with the parrots I rehabilitated. Takes a while to download all 80 pages. but worth the wait!
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| | | My Paintings/Sculptures
part 1, all photos
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| | | Paintings/Sculptures 2
more....
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| | | Part two: Please Excuse My Mental Illness/Chapter 8
after snapping...
Symptoms/ Dreaming about dreaming
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p class="MsoBodyText">My whole life is spent dreaming about problems with dreaming.span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>My unconscious span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">leaks too much into consciousness. This is what makes people crazy—unwarranted, span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">unwanted, yesterdays spilling into today...people won’t go away when they’re gone. span style="font-family:Helvetica">o |
| | | Pt.2/Chapter 10/ The Amoeba
loss of mind...
No matter how far away I moved from you after that break, sometime before we were
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p class="MsoBodyText">twenty, you managed to follow. Or I did.span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>Almost always unknowingly. That summer span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">of ‘69 when Dad was in the hospital and Mom had locked me out of the house span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">(sending me to relatives whom I’d fled) how we bumped into each other in Woods s |
| | | Pt.2/Chapter 11/ How the Commune Began
...for those who want to know...
Commune Origins
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p class="MsoNormal">It’s the end of the world as we know it...and I feel fine.span style=""> /span>/b>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/b>/span>
p class="MsoNormal">A child stays within the mother until the time of birth.span style=""> /span>When the time of birth span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">arrives, the child must be separated, or it will destroyspan style=""> /span>it’s mother and itself.”span style |
| | | Pt2/Chapter 9/ Cult Mind Control
after snapping...
Symptoms/ Dreaming about dreaming
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p class="MsoBodyText">My whole life is spent dreaming about problems with dreaming.span style=""> /span>My unconscious span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">leaks too much into consciousness. This is what makes people crazy—unwarranted, span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">unwanted, yesterdays spilling into today...people won’t go away when they’re gone. span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/ |
|  | | Writing My Wrongs/ Ch.3/Prisoner of the freeway
street daze...
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p class="MsoBodyText">Prisoner of The Freeway span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
h1>“Wondering if where I been is worth the things I been through....” James Taylor span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>span style="font-family:
Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>/h1>
p class="MsoBodyText">I am sixteen years old, on the road to my own portable Hell. I got so angry with my father, I left after he let-into me, for forgetting to lock the stupid bathroom door! His span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p> |
| | | Writing My Wrongs/ Chapter Two: Interruptions
age 8-15
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h1>Interruptions span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>/h1>
p class="MsoBodyText">Age 8 I have just learned from Mom that Dad had gotten a promotion and we are span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">moving to Florida. That’s it.span style="mso-spacerun:
yes"> /span>We’re moving.span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>No, you can’t stay here.span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>Yes, we have span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
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| | | Writing My Wrongs/Ch.4/Spirit in Flesh
losing the fear
span style="font-family: ArialMT,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px;" class="Apple-style-span">Spirit in Flesh at Trinity College/span>
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p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">I went to see the community’s band, Spirit in Flesh, at a concert at Trinity College. /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">The audience, consisting mostly of commune members, had a distinct aura about /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o: |
| | | Writing My Wrongs/Ch.4continued/Spirit in Flesh and all that
free love wasn't free...
span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: ArialMT, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">Hijacking English class/span>
p class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT; ">In the morning I hitched to high school.span> /span>The fear that used to knot my stomach when/span>span style="font-family: Helvetica; ">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT; ">I had entered this tense milieu in the past was gone.span> /span>The bubble of fear and/span>span style="font-family: Helvetica; ">o:p>/o:p |
| | | Writing My Wrongs/Ch.5/Woods Hole and the Acid Gods
life on the road
span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: EdwardianScriptITC, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 37px; ">Woods Hole and the Acid Gods/span>
p class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT; ">Finally June and the end of school arrived. I skipped my graduation. I knew that/span>span style="font-family: Helvetica; ">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT; ">Cindy, had a babysitting job in Woods Hole but due to broken down communications,/span>span style="font-family: Helvetica; ">o:p>/o:p>/span>
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| | | Writing My Wrongs/Ch.5continued/Woods Hole and the Acid Gods
arriving at the Brotherhood of the Spirit
span style="font-family: EdwardianScriptITC,Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 37px;" class="Apple-style-span">Woods Hole and the Acid Gods/span>
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p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">Finally June and the end of school arrived. I skipped my graduation. I knew that /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">Cindy, had a babysitting job in Woods Hole but due to broken down communications, /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p> |
| | | writing My Wrongs/Ch.6/The Brotherhood of the spirit
...the commune
span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT,Verdana,sans-serif;" class="Apple-style-span">92/span>
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p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">Something about being spiritual—detachment from worldly identity—haunted me: I’d /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: ArialMT;">never felt less detached in my whole life.... What about Jim Morrison singing, /span>span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
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| | | writing My Wrongs/Ch.6continued/The Brotherhood of the spirit
"The Meek shall inherit the earth...." MEEK?
In the next two weeks we spent all of our timespan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>in groups; eating sleeping going to the
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p class="MsoBodyText">bathroom, taking showers, meditating, building, logging, cooking, cleaning, span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">gardening, and refining the lost art of “hanging out”.span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> /span>I couldn’t get enough caffeine or span style="font-family:Helvetica">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">sugar and had a |
| | | Writing My Wrongs/Ch.8/Snapping
leaving the commune
my amnesia and panic attacks.span style=""> /span>The authorities on cults identified a phenomenon
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p class="MsoBodyText">called “snapping”, in which those who finally break away have a sudden awakening span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p class="MsoBodyText">to reality that allows them to break free of the incredibly strong messages that terrify span style="font-family: Helvetica;">o:p>/o:p>/span>
p style="" class="MsoNormal">span style="font-family: TimesNewRomanPSMT;">span style=""> /span> |
| | | Writing My Wrongs/Chapter One: Origins
misc pieces from early life
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h1 style="line-height:150%">Ravings of a Mad Therapisto:p>/o:p>/h1>
p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:150%">Never marry a man who hates his mother. Never hire a woman who hates her father.o:p>/o:p>
p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:150%">Never join a cult. Never have twins. Take your select few meds and use youro:p>/o:p>
p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:150%">imagination. Don’t get to tired, too lonely or too hungry. There’s no such thing aso:p>/o:p>
p class="MsoBodyText" style="line-height:150%">death |
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