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[03 Aug 2008|09:02pm] |
Things don't seem to make any sense to me any more. Even asking questions gets me things I don't think I want.
Maybe I've been here too long. . .
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[28 Jul 2008|12:17pm] |
((there's a sketch of a view from what looks like Hyde Park from above, from the top of a tall tree.))
I'm feeling sick again. . . I really don't like it.
( Written in his Private Journal )
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[24 Jul 2008|02:02pm] |
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Are there ever answers that are better left unsought?
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| and be just like the other men, i'm tired of monkeyin' around. . . |
[14 Jul 2008|12:54pm] |
Now you must be content to skip ten or eleven whole years, and only guess at all the wonderful life that Mowgli led among the wolves, because if it were written out it would fill ever so many books. He grew up with the cubs, though they of course were grown wolves almost before he was a child, and Father Wolf taught him his business, and the meaning of things in the jungle, till every rustle in the grass, every breath of the warm night air, every note of the owls above his head, every scratch of a bat's claws as it roosted for a while in a tree, and every splash of every little fish jumping in a pool, meant just as much to him as the work of his office means to a business man. When he was not learning he sat out in the sun and slept, and ate, and went to sleep again; when he felt dirty or hot he swam in the forest pools; and when he wanted honey (Baloo told him that honey and nuts were just as pleasant to eat as raw meat) he climbed up for it, and that Bagheera showed him how to do.
Bagheera would lie out on a branch and call, " Come along, Little Brother," and at first Mowgli would cling like the sloth, but afterward he would fling himself through the branches almost as boldly as the gray ape. He took his place at the Council Rock, too, when the Pack met, and there he discovered that if he stared hard at any wolf, the wolf would be forced to drop his eyes, and so he used to stare for fun.
At other times he would pick the long thorns out of the pads of his friends, for wolves suffer terribly from thorns and burs in their coats. He would go down the hillside into the cultivated lands by night, and look very curiously at the villagers in their huts, but he had a mistrust of men because Bagheera showed him a square box with a drop-gate so cunningly hidden in the jungle that he nearly walked into it, and told him it was a trap.
He loved better than anything else to go with Bagheera into the dark warm heart of the forest, to sleep all through the drowsy day, and at night see how Bagheera did his killing. Bagheera killed right and left as he felt hungry, and so did Mowgli--with one exception. As soon as he was old enough to understand things, Bagheera told him that he must never touch cattle because he had been bought into the Pack at the price of a bull's life. " All the jungle is thine," said Bagheera, " and thou canst kill everything that thou art strong enough to kill ; but for the sake of the bull that bought thee thou must never kill or eat any cattle young or old. That is the Law of the Jungle." Mowgli obeyed faithfully.
And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat.
This is a truly lovely book.
I find it hard to concentrate on it today though.
( Written in his Private Journal )
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[07 Jun 2008|03:47pm] |
I feel like I am never going to learn everything I have to. There's just so much in the world for any one person to know.
Hm.
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| fast cars and freedom. . . |
[14 May 2008|03:33pm] |
So, um, I think I really like cars.
They're useful and nice and comfortable.
Really comfortable.
And interesting too.
( Written in his Private Journal )
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| mr sandman, bring me a dream. . . |
[25 Apr 2008|05:12pm] |
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Why are dreams and nightmares so bad?
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| you and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals. . . |
[23 Apr 2008|02:45pm] |
This sex stuff is confusing. There's a lot of words that I don't really understand, even with some of the descriptions and stuff.
And, um, these diagrams don't make any sense to me. They don't have anything for a boy with a boy, just a boy with a girl. . .
Does anybody know what a condom is? And, well, why does one have to be put on a banana?
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[16 Apr 2008|01:26pm] |
The lives of many historical figures including Socrates, Alexander the Great, Lord Byron, Edward II, Hadrian, Julius Caesar, Michelangelo, Donatello and Christopher Marlowe included or were centered upon love and sexual relationships with people of their own sex. Terms such as gay or bisexual have been applied to them, but many, such as Michel Foucault, regard this as risking the anachronistic introduction of a contemporary construction of sexuality foreign to their times.
In recent years, mainstream comic book publishers have portrayed more of their characters, both protagonists and supporting, as being lesbian, gay, bisexual or transgendered (LGBT). Both male and female gay comic book characters are represented, as are imaginary persons from all walks of life, economic, social, and ethnic.
Need to keep reading. . . hm.
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| you'll hide, hide in the shadows away from me. . . |
[07 Apr 2008|09:42pm] |
((not intended to be written in his public journal, hasty and small handwriting))
I thought they were only lore, something told to keep us from wandering too far into the dark parts of some forests.
Now I know they weren't. I saw them, in the alley, two--three at least--there's too much dark magic here. . .
And it should be scarier than it is but--I can't be, not now, not with him here.
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[03 Apr 2008|03:29pm] |
The past isn't dead and buried. In fact, it isn't even past.
I suppose a conversation I had the other day really bothered me. It ended with comments about whether the past and history mattered today or not. One of the women I work with told me this quote and I definitely think I agree with it.
The past is never really just the past. The past affects how we act now and the person we are now. Some of us have injustices done to our ancestors that we can't just toss aside and forget about. It isn't that simple. And if it is, then I think society is something to always be feared.
( Written in his Private Journal )
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