In the city at Jeff's waiting to pick my parents up....was thinking about walking over to the gymn but it's really cold outside...the words they keep coming like being in a proustian narcotic dream...words signposts to my reality...words that extend all the way back to April 1978...the words of change and the words of being...it's not my style to pay lipservice to words as I smile with satisfaction as the old elite ways of authority and business crumble since I never had any stake in that paradigm...I saw an old mistake walking down the street...we walked right on by each other like we had never had met...oh the cold winds of reality and adult being but these poetic words they keep me warm here in this cold day a few days before the new year...
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