h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Yeah, I've noticed, that's why I supplied the links!

>>may your wishes always be in reach<<

*sigh* Some day...


New place is great. So is Italy. I'm uploading my pictures online right now, but it'll be a while yet.

Maybe someday...

whats up????

Oh, _definitely_ some day...

What's up what, right now, or regarding this specific comment?

In regards to the comment, the brave face... the tear... the fact you say someday....

*sigh* You have not read the journal entry, have you?

not yet... was writing a poem for Jack and I hoped you would give me a clue beforehand...

Sorry...

Besides it comes better direct from you... I can ask questions then...

read the first post and I understand...

Fine. But you should read it anyway.

Very simple, actually... this is the man I love: U232333

He lives in Seattle. That's 10,932km away from Jerusalem.

We have never met. Yet.

Therefore, when you spoke about my wishes being within reach, I said 'Some day'... because some day, they will be. just not yet, is all. It's always 'yet'!
Distance is just a temporary setback. It'll be alright.

My apoligies...

Distance
---------

How far are you willing
how much will you give
for what you truly want
everything is not even enough.

How long will you wait
for what you know is true
how much time can you give
when eternity is not enough

How far will you go
to live the dream
an inch a day
is more than it seems

Love counquers all
distance, physics, space
Love couquers to claim
the dream.



Well I have to go lady P... take care and good luck and I will see you soon...

Thanks... That was great. Very right.
Everything is not even enough.

*Tackles Pete and gives him a big *

*falls to the floor with the tackle*



*lost for words*

Lost for words
-----------------

Staring,
frustrated at the screen
blank apart from half hearted words.

Screaming,
agony at words that must,
nay need to escape with I want to say.

Crying,
at the crap that I read,
that fills a wasted hour of work.

Reluctence,
to keep on typing words,
that will be destined for the bin.

Acceptance,
of the search for nuggets,
of words that will make the difference.

Sorry if it is a little abstract just a poem about the start of a ghost investigation.

Defenses
-------------

Breathing,
focusing on the air flowing in through the nose
exaled deeply slowly forced gently from my lungs.

Visulising,
mentally creating the energy around me
raising falling growing with each breath.

Believing,
the sight in my mind of the energy protecting
all that I am from all that is out there.

Using,
the defenses to protect and prevent
the unknown from hurting me.

You're weird as ever, but still

Jack glad to see you online mate... I hope you are feeling as good as can be expected (or hopefully better than expected)...

Not wierd - it was the visulisation exercise based on Tai Chi to help prepare mental defenses for a ghost investigation and it was the coolest if strangest expierence I have ever had... even if I was in agony for part of it...

thats weird to me mate! all ghosty things are

All the unknown is wierd mate... part of the package I think... but then I still live with the philospophy that if it is not morally wrong what can be defined wierd amongst 3 billion (or whatever the human population currently stands at) individuals???

But then I am arguing semantics...

What have you been up to???

*blink blink*

Hi Pete!
*suddenly nervous that you don't remember me*
I'm back from my hootoo-abstinence, and I shall be renovating my personal space soon and have a party over there
How are you?

>>what have you been upto??<<

Oh you know, the usual,


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nothing....