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Oh, how I'd like to get my personal privacy back. So many weird people come to visit my brother's brother-in-law next door that use my driveway to come find him, I'm beginning to wish he'd go ahead and die from his cancer so I can get my life back. I got strange ghouls with bad mufflers on their junky cars looking to ravage his belonging driving up to my house looking for stuff to steal.
It makes me feel vulnerable for no fault of my own. Or, maybe it is. According to this logic I'm probably responsible for the Tunisian revolt, but I don't even know any Muslim dictators and rulers-for-life that have people murdered as a convenience. The world is going to hell in a handbasket.
It's warm again today, and the seven-day forecast presupposes that the days are gonna be warm with cool nights. That's nice. It'll be too nice later on when it gets hot. I'll have to run the air-conditioner at night and it's noisy.
I'm beginning to regret using the Neurophone to learn to hear through my skin. The audiologist at the VA claims that I'm legally deaf, and sometime it would be convenient if I were. At least the Army helicopters have stopped playing war games two hundred yards away from my house for 6-8 hours a day, six days a week. For now, anyway, they'll be back.
That's why I'd really like to have a windfall. To make moving to some place I could have some auditory and physical privacy. Even if the brother-in-law does die or moves back to his own house there will be more people coming to stay there for whatever reasons they invent to show how generous and giving they are. Aquarians. What a drag their need for importance can be if you're kin to them.
The glass flute I bought fell off my desk because it's round and broke. The paper that came with it claimed the maker would send another one, but I'm too clumsy now with the arthritic hands, so why bother? At least I'm still about to play the scales on my digital piano. I'm getting faster, and now I'm including some arpeggios to boot.
Just like my teaching myself to play the scales, ripping off the arpeggios will probably take some time to bring them up to some degree of effortlessness and speed. To what end is still the question for me. Why am I doing something like this just because I promised myself I would? I'm never gonna learn to actually play songs, much less compose any like I used to with the guitar.
The stress of having to unnecessarily deal with other people's problems is getting through to me. I gotta do something to calm down. I know what to do, but I'm deliberately not doing it. Maybe I've decided to go crazy again. As silly as that sounds it might be the only solution to being duped by my kinfolk.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
