It seems I have a lot to say, for me, for the ether. I feel like this memoir, is at best ego manifestation.
Where to begin, for the public? when I'm gone? For all to see & expose the Anonymous (Always capitalized) ways upon which (remember) The EGO grows.
Sorting, categorizing, Dr. Organization is trying to be in session.
I have seen and observe most all things in my surroundings, I perceive those things which happen, I predict based upon ENERGY, blinded, manpulated or otherwise shown. Remember these are not literal things. One goal, is to show you how, albeit I may or will fail you. Was it Buddha, Confucius or the Hindu's that tell my secrets?
KATHARINE SHANNON WILKES
I suppose it all(feels) like it all starts & ends here. Weeping sad
Our first nights, 2 souls in communion
From any first moments I met this wonderful women, I knew I would be, hang, love & get to know this creature,...as she was. Never before, had I known so quickly, and yet never told her quite that way.
Our time was filled with understandings that we, alone were not worth shit, it was US that made anytime worth living, WE BOTH KNEW this early one. I do and have wished we would have went together. The last time I saw Kat, I was going to get a haircut(as I had a job, and I like my underground anonymity)
I was dating someone, I told here, I cant always hang out. I have that image of her walking down 24th st. My last image. She would swim to her death within hours I believe. that weight, burden is heavier everyday, as The songs says, "Im so bluuuue here with out you. it keep raining, raining more more, Why can't you come on home, so I wont be All alone" "......so ill drown in my own tears"
Some cold less heartless ones say move on, stop crying (buck up - hey stupid fuck!! your a dick).
She was the one that knew.
This is the root, and yes, I'm an arrogant prick, I only see things that matter. Futurist, projecting, moving my magdala forward, a part of a heavy day. .......more later.
