I Hate Little Girls.

I hate them. I met some, tonight. Young grueling children in need of desperate care. Several little girls told me to come back. But what if I am not there? Am I suppose to be there? Or am I suppose to be in a better place? They thought I was funny. They were all hanging off my attention. Do you like yams? It was at Blake Webb's youth at Moore Street night. They are the yams. I really hate being around kids. I do not hate anything more. Is that what Jesus would say?



I hate not being there for them. That is of real concern.

Once lived a rabbit with many golden keys. Well, he was still welding some of them. He may have lost a few. But this silly rabbit always dreams of going to Rabbywood, the land of carrots. As soon as the fairy bird comes to take him, just seventy years into his life, the rabbit declines, only to realize that this magical bird will not be back for another seventy years. He just wish that he was not so busy. He stumbles over a log. He cries. He talks to thumping turtle. He is always getting his mouth in trouble with what he says. He misses so many opportunities because he is afraid of losing his key. He says, "But these keys are truly delicious, like Trix, they truly are fundamental, they will unlock cheese doors for me!" But here comes quirky owl, "But how many times have you called girl dog or ugly? Yo, dude, sit back, stop being so busy. Go beg. Go volunteer. Come on down. Lets try things. Come hang with me and the flooning hawk. The rabbit looks down at his watch and ponders, but then yells, "But I just don't know, I feel so jealous of all of y'all, I wish that I could be you, or you. And I never get any help." But owl smirks back, "But you never ask." Then a small fox fribbles at me. I mean, at the rabbit, "Come after me, you fox!" Grrrr. "I am not a fox. And how can I ever go after you. I have some cheese doors to open."



Yahanna, my cashier, Wholefoods, yes, 2:34pm, 10/06/2009, Tuesday, I got $0.58 Navel orange, $3.29 Arts Original Pro Bar, totalling $3.87, downing my stamps to $19.60.

I just wish that I could not let people down. I go to a youth activity and the kids become attached to me in just one second. That is really nice but I may just let them down. I may move. And if I move, my new friends may not even like me since I am too crazy with what I eat or what I believe or do. And then that may just send me back. I will have to do this limbo number, play musical chairs, and get stuck in a Hell. I wish I had some clarity. I must fast, then. I need to buy a camcorder or DVD recorder. But I will likely have to return it. That makes it tough. I already bought a DVD recorder back in the second to last week of March of 2009. I don't get it. Too many gold keys to keep or find or make. But there are fowes out there that are met to be hunted. But what if that is not the case? But do not worry. Write it down. Make some decisions. Let it go. Move it on. Move on. Smile. Do what you can do. Never mind not knowing. Take a breath when you stair at the elevator. Do not say a word. Just breath in and breath out. Just give it all even when you have nothing.



But I do think about location a lot. But I will just have to try things and see.