Chains

Everyone lives in chains, and all the chains are the same. To eat, to breathe, to sleep, to drink, to dream. But we all have different weights. Some put on by ourselves. Drama, negligence, doing the wrong thing. Some are put by others. Beaurocracy, poverty with no escape, undeserved violence. And life has its own set of weights to set. But when it seems like you've removed all your weights, and have your chains positioned, when you realize all you did was move the weights to one side, and you end up with another problem. And then your brain kicks in, trying to help keep your spirits up and strut with your chain, or depressing you to sink and fail.

Why did I post this? I don't know. I made this blog for these various deep thoughts, and to write my poetry. Well, if you want poetry, comment or email (again, kealakalai@yahoo.com) and I'll EMAIL you a link, or I may request denied. Like my family, sorry, no poetry for you, (raspberry!!!)

Trips

I went to north east oregon from southern cali Saturday around 4:30 in the morn. Good trip, stoped in North Cali to see the little bro, then WHHHOOOOSSSHHH.... crawl up there in a camaro, blue tiger he is, and just got back... about an hour ago. It's one fourteen in the morn. I am glad, we went up to visit my Dad. (Grin) yeah. I missed him, and had fun. Met his roomie named Ed. He's cool, and kinda polite. Younger then my uncle keith, and my uncles twenty eight, but seems as old as my dad... not that my dad is old. Shutting up now.

Yeah, okay.


Okay, all. Now is the time for me to rant....
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Yeah, umm... I'm coming up with nothing. Well, if you want my view on things.... er.... Here. Go to Kalroy's Blog.
Except maybe the stuff having to do with nothing but his personal life, and probably.... weeeeeelll... I don't know. I'm just not up to the ranting and raving...
Pave France, because the british need more parking.
Well, who doesn't want Litte Green Footballs, and don't forget the padding.
Well, when your in a pinch, call Gryffilion Darkblade, Adventurer for your college needs.
Also, believe your local Rocket man or fear the martians.
All hail the Military Wife, for she knows... stuff.

And I am not going to Oklahoma (sorry sarah, I'm not going.) or Oregon, or norther Cali. But I may be going with friends for the first time on the 4th this year.
Not that family isn't friends... well, they aren't.