Would I be able to write with the same passion if I knew it was going to be published?  Would I be able to write with the same frankness as if I’m screaming into the abyss?  Writers block is such sorrow and that’s why we have ourselves to remind ourselves of ourselves.  Because we’re there for each other. Ourselves they are for ourselves they are.  The point is to not stop when what is on your mind is stupid and you think no one will want to read it, because that’s exactly what they do want to hear, is the frankness the rawness the gut on the page unfiltered by lifes concerns of career prosperity greed filthy wealth that enslaves you constant shopping.  At least for me.  Now why did I just qualify my previous statement?  Was I afraid you would judge me for talking negatively about wealth and greed?  Because if that’s so, that’s over.  I have a problem with greed.  I crave to be a rich and successful person.  So far all I’ve seen in the business world is a bunch of legitimized scams deceptions and ploys.  Those who provide honest value don’t make a lot of money with exceptions My pc-ness keeps trying to interject and make excuses for everyone.  Saying yeah this and that his product does provide value this and that crap and the other nuts in a sack.  I’m tired of not being frank with everyone let alone myself.  I’m tired of trying to balance on the line of truly embracing my passion and trying to be someone for somebody who I never knew no how.  I will no longer be that sheep.  This is not a cycle that is easy to break and not one that I do not imagine I will slip into again, for the obstacle course continues and death is store as well as rebirths.  All I can do is implement resources for myself ease the blows that it takes to snap yourself back into being your true self the one and only god love.  All you can do it be true to your self and your honest intention be at peace with myself as that is my greatest contribution to my friends and family, not being a doctor a lawyer or down on wall street.  The occupation grows and continues to inspire me and to take my voice to the streets.  Thank you to all those that inspire me seen and unseen, heard and not heard, smelt and not smelt. You are my mirror with which I shine my focus to blind my light ever sharper.  You are why I wish death not come early although do not fear it’s steady grip for I have lived every moment of my life to it’s fullest and the evidence is that I’m still here kicking after all these years, selfishly sucking in each and every juicy breath like a pig at trough.  And I don’t know why everyone’s so afraid of talking about death, like you may be labeled suicidal or sad something stupid like that.  Who they hell hasn’t thought about the easy way out.  And if you haven’t thought about it you’re probably the one who needs it the most!  Enough is enough already with the pc crap from the 90’s.  We got some issues to workout with ourselves and eachother and I’m here to admit sins of past and publicly ready to take responsibility for sins of the future.  For through my choice and actions and how I treat myself and the peace that does reside within I do have it in me to lighten the load by living truer to myself my one and only.  For the most beautiful lovesong starts but in yourown heart if you have the ears to listen.  I’ve depleted my writing valve, time to watch some tube and eat ben and jerrys peace love and take it easy on yourself in those times of pain for sweetness and refreshment is just around the corner sometimes to be found in a taqueria