I have lost my marbles, but I got some of them back, but I still do not have I full set that is why I have to take medication and go to a psychiatrist. Scott at the sawmill has schizophrenia. He went to England two weeks ago and was planning to travel throughout the rest of Europe, but came home because he was becoming unstable. He said England was too crowded and expensive. He likes to travel a lot. All he reads are travel guides. He keeps asking my dad if I like to travel. I think he might want to take a trip with me. Maybe we will visit you. I have only talked to him twice. He seems like a pretty interesting guy. He has university degrees in history and drama. He also acts in the community theater. His dad, George, owns the sawmill. At his home George keeps a club behind the door for when Scott goes off. I went off on Tuesday. I was really angry (at myself and the world; it is all bullshit)so I withdrew and spent most of the day in bed. Luckily I am back on today.
Do you ever feel small? I have never felt small. Probably because I have been tall all my life. Sometimes I feel low, but that is because I get really get angry at myself and self-destruct. I never feel scared. I do not think anything scares me probably because I have accepted the fact that I am going to die and look forward to it.
So long! It is time for another beer.

I cannot possibly out-do the previous comment, but I will tell you of a true story involving my father, his dislike of cats, and a slingshot. One day... we were all out of proper projectiles until all we had were my marbles, which are now themselves gone. Sadly, we have moved on from these marbles, to bottle corks. I for one am glad the missiles have become softer throughout the stages. Let me emphasise it is my father's dislike of cats, and the fact that my marbles were not only lost, but stolen... all to get rid of some pesky fat fence-sitting cats...

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<sub>"Stupidity always brings out the asshole in me..." ~Mitnick

-The only God/artist/creator you ought to worship is the one who lays herself beneath your feet.</sub>

don't lose your marbles...

i see danger ahead.

we are all small, and that is okay. we hold onto what marbles we may...and that is okay... there are lovely ones around us who may have their own marbles, and they can help us, if not find our lost marbles, at least hold our hand while we move forward, maybe even learning to live without those lost marbles...and that is okay...

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What a delight this is! All this inventing, this producing, takes place in a pleasing, lively dream.
Mozart

'Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.' Dylan Thomas

scéal lámh

Little girl – but big bubble!
ed

Big bubbles, big troubles!

Thanks for your comment

O me oh my, what a big comment I am so small that it overwhelms me and I simply cannot answer it.
My browser keeps quitting on me when I use deviant,
I think I'll give it a break for some time until we can get a new computer.