I feel my weird crazy wisdom and folisness deep down. Yes I talk of kindness because I smoke a lot of pot and have lived, but apart from that stuff, everything else is foolish.

I sadly followed hubby's counsel and went to buy a ryan's tonight though I already drank 4 pints. I want to shed a few tears tonight about how sad I am God left me in the end to be just a happy blessed fool. I could have sworn i had smething to contribute to society for real. Well, maybe I do: my books. So if ever I become known (again, the obsession with changing the wolrd with my peace of mind), it will only be as a crazy woman who may, perhaps after many years have passed since my old death, be seen as mystical. After all, i did have two years of very fabuous visual visions here. A relatively long time ago now. There may be anger in ym words on the blog, but there is no real hatred.