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Geez, It has just occured to me that I didn't update this for over a month!  That is simply way too long.  I've been writing a lot of poetry lately and am currently working a short story, although, I'm fearful to actually post any of my work at the current time.  Why?  Let me tell you why, because I'm always not completed with my works.  There is another poet that is like that.  I am unable to think of his name right now, but believe me, I know there is a famous well known poet who is never ever finished with his work.  He has several books out and they are all compliations of his works.  If you look through them, you can find the same poems

Oh my fellow deviants have I got a message for you.  I've been thinking about love a lot lately.  Love, I was really in love with this last partner I had but I guess I'm just not good enough my friends.  That is another tale to be told later, what I wanted to address now is the question; "What is love?"  I suppose I cannot really answer this question, but it has been my expirience that love is more than merely wanting or caring about someone.  Love is something that can only be given to one person.  Well, the type of love I'm talking about that is, the *real* love as I refer to it.  But, as you kids are well aware there are millions of kinds

Good lord, I'm just not too hip on keeping up on my journal entries am I?  The answer is no, no I'm not.  At any rate, how are you kids?  Good I do so hope, I don't want unhappy people to read my journal, unless of course my journal ignites happiness in their saddend hearts.  Being sad is not very fun dear friends and I think that may be the topic of this journal entry. Oye, depression my young friends, is something we are all confronted with, unfortunately.  How does one deal with it?  There are so many ways, so many it's impossible to list them all.  Some people deal with their depression through anger and fighting and violence, others res