My Memoriam

[Doc Awesome]

As I watch myself slip into a pitiful quandry filled with loathing and self doubt, I stop to wonder about my conquests and failures as a man. My mind then flies back to the days of my prime, thinking upon the auld love scorned, and the life spent worrying upon my material posessions.....

Going to get drunk now, part 2 comes later

[Doc Awesome]

As I watch myself slip into a pitiful quandry filled with loathing and self doubt, I stop to wonder about my conquests and failures as a man. My mind then flies back to the days of my prime, thinking upon the auld love scorned, and the life spent worrying upon my material posessions.....

With life coming to such an unforseen end, one must always think of these such things. When one leaves such an existence as this, posessions can never be brought. This very thought reminds me of a story I was exposed to in a far off distant day about an old man who resided on the Greek Isle of Crete. As he lay dying, he clenches in his hand his beloved soil of Crete, and passses on with that soil in his very hand. But upon entering heavens gates, he is stopped and made to leave the soil behind. The Old Man, stubborn as one could be, refuses this simple request. So he stands at the gates of heaven until centuries later, he finally gives in, and when he enters heaven, the first thing he sees is his beloved Isle of Crete.....

Part three later

[Doc Awesome]

As I watch myself slip into a pitiful quandry filled with loathing and self doubt, I stop to wonder about my conquests and failures as a man. My mind then flies back to the days of my prime, thinking upon the auld love scorned, and the life spent worrying upon my material posessions.....

With life coming to such an unforseen end, one must always think of these such things. When one leaves such an existence as this, posessions can never be brought. This very thought reminds me of a story I was exposed to in a far off distant day about an old man who resided on the Greek Isle of Crete. As he lay dying, he clenches in his hand his beloved soil of Crete, and passses on with that soil in his very hand. But upon entering heavens gates, he is stopped and made to leave the soil behind. The Old Man, stubborn as one could be, refuses this simple request. So he stands at the gates of heaven until centuries later, he finally gives in, and when he enters heaven, the first thing he sees is his beloved Isle of Crete.....

I let this pleasent story rattle bye my conscious state as my mind seems to drift away from my physical entity all together. Yes, any love for things tangible, things that can be held, must be driven away lest my sorrow may overwhelm me. But, can one really drive away everything tangible? For love is one of the most tangible things I have ever experienced. The love of ones mother and father, the love for a new born son or daughter, the love of a wife. For love is percisely realized to me, almost so that I can even touch it. The warmth and joy it gives off, the sorrow and anger it can manifest. Yes, love is one tangible thing I will at least be able to hold on to when my day comes.....

Part 4 l8tr

[Doc Awesome]

As I watch myself slip into a pitiful quandry filled with loathing and self doubt, I stop to wonder about my conquests and failures as a man. My mind then flies back to the days of my prime, thinking upon the auld love scorned, and the life spent worrying upon my material posessions.....

With life coming to such an unforseen end, one must always think of these such things. When one leaves such an existence as this, posessions can never be brought. This very thought reminds me of a story I was exposed to in a far off distant day about an old man who resided on the Greek Isle of Crete. As he lay dying, he clenches in his hand his beloved soil of Crete, and passses on with that soil in his very hand. But upon entering heavens gates, he is stopped and made to leave the soil behind. The Old Man, stubborn as one could be, refuses this simple request. So he stands at the gates of heaven until centuries later, he finally gives in, and when he enters heaven, the first thing he sees is his beloved Isle of Crete.....

I let this pleasent story rattle bye my conscious state as my mind seems to drift away from my physical entity all together. Yes, any love for things tangible, things that can be held, must be driven away lest my sorrow may overwhelm me. But, can one really drive away everything tangible? For love is one of the most tangible things one can ever experience. The love of ones mother and father, the love for a new born son or daughter, the love of a wife. For love is percisely realized to me, almost so that I can even touch it. The warmth and joy it gives off, the sorrow and anger it can manifest. Yes, love is one tangible thing I will at least be able to hold on to when my day comes.....

Love though, can also bring unwanted demons back to life that can tear apart even the most sturdy of men. To me, love comes with one word: Laura. She was the apple of my eye, the love of my life. I didnt know how to express my actual feelings to her, I could barely gather the courage to dream upon the sight of her splendor. The relationship we had though, blossumed like the easter lillies planted in rememberence of a fallen brother, and I was finally able to really live a life as complete as one could have it. Whenever the word was mentioned, love, the only sound I heard was the sound of my Laura. But, like the eatser lillies, our love was not meant to last. She died on a beautiful autumn morning, killed by a red Queen or ignorance and greed, leaving behind me and the immense pain that filled the hole in my heart. If only one could lift up their sadness towards the heavens and let the almighty be moved so in doing he would let ones love come back to that individuals embracing arms.....

[watch me run]

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[Mach5]

Doc, you should call up Dr. Laura, she could really help you.