JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 18:42:45 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: those who helped
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Kerry Burgess wrote:
I was walking on the Burke-gilman trail on my way to the bridge. I don't remember exactly where I was, probably 15 or twenty miles from Marymoor. It was late and dark and intimidating. I was expecting someone to jump out of the bushes at any time. People, normal seeming people, were curiously showing up along the trail at seemingly regular intervals. And as with everything and everywhere I go, there are no incidental conversations. Every single conversation around me has something to do with me. At least, when I am outside. Here in this place, it has calmed down somewhat, although that will probably change now that I mention it. Anyway, these people passing by me were talking about somebody being somewhere to pick someone up and take them home. Another person commented something about "finally." I imagined someone would be waiting for me as Gas Works Park to take me home. I sat there for 24 hours in that park waiting.
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Saturday, July 26, 2008 Posted by H.V.O.M at 3:30 AM
Date: Tue, 21 Feb 2006 14:46:16 -0800 (PST)
From: "Kerry Burgess"
Subject: Re: Sleep journal 2/21/06
To: "Kerry Burgess"
Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad,
the tadpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in
the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages,
eats cow-dung for sallets; swallows the old rat and
the ditch-dog; drinks the green mantle of the
standing pool; who is whipped from tithing to
tithing, and stock- punished, and imprisoned; who
hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his
body, horse to ride, and weapon to wear;
But mice and rats, and such small deer,
Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
Beware my follower. Peace, Smulkin; peace, thou fiend!
http://www.online-literature.com/shakespeare/kinglear/14/
Literature Network » William Shakespeare » King Lear » Act 3. Scene IV
Act 3. Scene IV
EDGAR
Poor Tom; that eats the swimming frog, the toad,
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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Monday, March 19, 2007 posted by H.V.O.M at 11:54 PM
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Sleep journal 2/21/06
In addition to those song lyrics this morning, I do remember a scene from one of my dreams. I was in a house, I didn't recognize it but it was really fancy and I guess I didn't recognize it because I had never lived in any place like it, or something like that. I was moving across the floor passing a staircase and I had a blanket over me, with an opening at the front so I could see where I was going. As I was moving towards a hallway, a pair of feet appeared in front of me. I think it was my mother. I was trying to make it to the hallway because I was hunting a deer, which made no sense because I was inside, and the hallway gave me a perfect shot to a deer that was at the other end of the hallway. I don't remember what my mother said, if anything, but sometime around that point, I remember someone telling me I was clever. I don't remember anything else happening in the dream after that.
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2006 film "The Queen" DVD video:
00:33:35
Alastair: Flipping heck! You think the Royals are nutters? You should meet their flunkies. Two and a half hours on whether she should be carried in a hearse or a gun carriage. Anyway, you got raves in the press. This lot call you, "The nation's mourner in chief." This lot says you're the only person who's correctly judged the mood of the country. Even the "Mail" was impressed. "People's princess," mate. You owe me.
Tony Blair's staff: Gordon, for you.
Tony Blair: Tell him to hang on. Alastair. So have they come to their senses? Is it going to be a public funeral?
Alastair: Yeah. Saturday. It's a whopper. The abbey, the works.
Tony Blair: Great. Has anyone told the Queen yet?
Alastair: I don't know. No doubt some flunky will be dispatched groveling on all fours.
Tony Blair: [ chuckling ]
His Royal Highness Prince Charles the Prince of Wales: Are you game?
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II: Do you think it's wise for the boys to go stalking so soon?
Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Queen Mother: Anything that gets them into the fresh air is a good thing.
JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Re: Sleep journal 2/21/06
In addition to those song lyrics this morning, I do remember a scene from one of my dreams. I was in a house, I didn't recognize it but it was really fancy and I guess I didn't recognize it because I had never lived in any place like it, or something like that. I was moving across the floor passing a staircase and I had a blanket over me, with an opening at the front so I could see where I was going. As I was moving towards a hallway, a pair of feet appeared in front of me. I think it was my mother. I was trying to make it to the hallway because I was hunting a deer, which made no sense because I was inside, and the hallway gave me a perfect shot to a deer that was at the other end of the hallway. I don't remember what my mother said, if anything, but sometime around that point, I remember someone telling me I was clever.
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