Part deux

Now it gets challenging. Tired eyes sleeping muse no device until the words are out. Device is old dinkytown mayors office jargon

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This goes on for three pages and ends with a to do list. I scratched off type up my entry a bit early to jump ahead to enjoy a beautiful day. The truth is I'm not a writer maybe a bit of a storyteller. I'll keep my journal but it's for me. I write to the world to beg to be invited to tell stories... 612.281.4808... I've tried telling that as 612.28.14.808 because that's how I remember it but everyone gets confused.

So, I guess no book is forthcoming, at least in the coming days. Maybe that run for president, exploratory committee still forming...

Daily writing assignment to get me moving

500 words? Or 10 pages? That seems wrong - 8 words in the first line, 16 lines at the rate I'm writing. Up to nine and a half words per. Call it ten for 160, maybe 150 if it feels better, three full pages, call it. That's my first assignment.
Each and every day I have to write three full pages. Preferably 4-5. 10 might burn me out but would really show promise. When the gaze of "diaries of a suburban anarchist politician" shifts back from its own umbilicus I'll have to write something other than tomes on the length of a journal entry. Until then I will muses on muses to the music of doomtree (till I dye).
Covalent bonds are so in tune in a quantum sense (scents, cents, sence, since) from the one person who cares about him (hymn) classy handling come between us strong for us fiancee wife for you. Child bible bookmark chapter song of songs paperclips.
From my heart, circle suns read it shut this off
Beloved
Delightful than wine
Red red wine
8 year old whine
Rejoice, praise more than wine
Beloved
Daughters
Darkened by the sun
My mother's sons
Lover
Beloved
How charming
Our bed is verdant
Cedar fir
His fruit is sweet to my taste
I am faint with love
Is this cheating?
Dove vs. Dove
Robots
Catch for us the foxes
The little foxes
All night long
I quote the song
The story of my heart
When I first was young
And thought about finding a husband
My mother's house the one who conceived me
That's tom, he's all 60 warriors
He made it
The crown
With witch his mother crowned hymn
The pages thus flowing
Amana the crest
From the lions' dens
Stolen my heart
One glance of your eyes
Stockholm syndrome
Sweatpants
Garden spring orchid fruits
Like gardens still growing
Could fill a journal most daily
The bible is open source the
Reading is one of a kind
Documented thusly it's ebay material
On mornings of snowing it's pages an hour
With eyes a'glowing
Jewels his cheeks his lips
Forever a prayer a sayer a player
On basses of pure gold
Bases of air snow
B-52 and suicide undercovers
Keep it cool 119 hours
Commitment over
60 queens 80 concuibines
My dove only daughter
Blessed fair as the moon
Space ships
Thyroid
Seasonal affective disorder
My dancing thing
My sandaled feet
Your waist your neck
Ivory tower
Your head crowns
King is held captive by its tresses
I kidnapped you
Clusters of the vine
The best wine
Magician jesus
Muggle understudy
Minnesota university
Ski-u-mah
Rah-rah-rah
The u of m
Spiced wine
Left arm under head
Its jealousy unyielding as the grave
It burns like blazing fire
Utterly scorned
Can't buy love
Contentment
Solomon's vineyard
1000 shekels
Beloved/lover

I think I'll write a book...

In Robert Wright's words, “We aren't designed to stand on crowded subway platforms, or to live in suburbs next door to people we never talk to, or to get hired or fired, or to watch the evening news. This disjunction between the contexts of our design and of our lives is probably responsible for much psychopathology, as well as much suffering of a less dramatic sort.” Of all the reading I did this fall, that was the quote that struck me hardest and stuck with me most faithfully.

I want to let that quote guide a well-researched (beginning with the ten books above) memoir of my experiences with the mental health system (this blog post is just a glimpse) and the insane world from whence it sprang.

In my wildest dreams this would become the companion of/successor to Kay Redfield Jamison's An Unquiet Mind .

Anything I write along the way will appear here, keep an eye out.