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pulled from sleep. an email waits. someone writes to me of anger, of vengeance, of […]

archiving this as a reminder of things i will someday forget and need to insure […]

arriving home from dinner, i find an email from my host telling me there is […]

my downstairs neighbor has been … er… macking on me.

michael paul gomez of austin texas, i wish for you that all karma engendered by […]

ok. this is my own little quirk. ok, maybe not so little. anyway. i think […]

as if i can not write about this. writing is how i heal. how i […]

it is done. finally. utterly. completely. i may write of it more someday. but not […]

whew. busy day in the Dharmahood today.