radicalbuffy

They call me a rock.
Yes I have sides and edges
Not well rounded, I am not a marble.
When planted into a corner or a stable part of the earth
I am a strong hold for about anyone.
I will admit at times the ground erodes from around me and I go tumbling,
Of course until I find another hold to help those around me.
I can be used to cover; to make a safe place.
I can be thrown;
and let me tell you, I can make a hell of a splash.
My composition is due to many years of pressure and events
That is what shaped me.
I am a rock to many... and proud to be.

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They say feeling just are. There is no good or bad it is just a feeling and it is what you do with it what makes it perceived as good or bad.So if you don't do anything with it couldn't it be just as bad or good? After all it is the people whom have had feelings and the guts enough to say hell no, which has brought so much social and political reform. Is it the ones that are strong and willing to sacrifice their sanity and safety to speak against the general thinking of the society they are apart of? Some say such people are stupid, or people of the same ideas or beliefs don't stand or let things slide by it is just the way it is... Empowerment. Us "stupid people" want to empower the ones like us, to open the pathways of other ideas and have them let us be and agree to disagree. I know it is a tall order to ask, but what is the sense of being a life form of "free will" if you follow others and not your own?

Who knew that honey on an open woud would be so healing. They had to cut the cast off early while I was hospitalized for the second time. Gina wrote about it a while ago when it was all going on. The wound was almost completely healed, so me being me and have to wait till thursday to be seen, and I could see the wound was starting to pop back open; I made a honey bandage ...sort of... it is hard to contain honey, thus it why they had it gelled for use on wounds, and since that is just a little too damn technical for me I took a roll of gause and folded it over soaked it throroughly in honey for some time then cut it and then applied, and then, tried to figure out how the hell to contain the sticky ass shit and hoping I do not wake up stuck to my sheets and dog hair stuck to me, I will let you know once I sleep and then awake how successful I was... till then many non sticky wishes to you all and for most a goodnight.

Conversations I have in my head... the random thoughts , the profound tidbits... this 15 mins subject had to do with the name of the United States of America's language... If you think about it, our language confuses the hell out of the land born citizens, so it is extremely understandable the difficultly of another person whom has not been subject to our crazy diversity of words straight out of the womb. I took this thought further ...as I usually do... and chuckled as I thought of the make up of our language and basically since we have been a country that was made of many fleeing here from all over, the complexity makes sense... but the funny part... well most can tell the basic make up is from England so it is so fitting to be England-ish.... but we all know how us Americans like to shorten things so English is so fitting.

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