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Remember Me1:01am tuesday, 10th december
Remember me when the sky falls down, and you are walking around stepping on broken clouds, stepping on crushed stars.

Remember me when your dream comes true, and you just walk around in a perpetual state of astonishment, disbelieving just anything that you see.

Remember me when you are naked before your God, whose eyes pierce into the most secret of your hearts, and remember that I told you it was going to happen that way.

Remember me when you meet your one true love — and tell me that I was wrong, that it can be that good, after all.

Remember me when you lose the thing most precious to you, and also when you discover some other thing that turns out to be worth more.

Remember me when life is sweet, and you can think of nothing else; remember me when life is bitter, and you can think of nothing else.

Remember me when death knocks on your door, and you remember everything except why.


  x8:52am tuesday, 10th december
Fucking brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!

  x9:30am tuesday, 10th december
But you worry me. I hope you are speaking rhetorically and not suicidally.

  Stand10:00am tuesday, 10th december
Loving life. No worries.

  x11:27am tuesday, 10th december
Phew! Really like the piece as I said before, especially the bit about standing naked before God/ess and I love the image of crushed stars.

  Vivid Imagery5:36am wednesday, 11th december
Your ability to create such a vivid and descriptive image is amazing. All these quotes I have read make me wonder whether your schizophrenia is near breaking point of shear genius.

  x4:33pm wednesday, 11th december
Hi,a friend sent this poem to me for Christmas so I'm passing it on.

No creature could really look like that,
the shoulders could not support the wings.
If they come like that
they are saying 'Look you know what we are,
fear not we come from God.'
Sometimes they come in deep diguise
clothed in a mortal-
'Hold my hand till I go under,' or
'Oh thank God you came this way,I was lost.'
No one knows what they look like in deep heaven.
(They may not care to look like anything
The sound of trumpets needs no appearance.)
If we go there
we must be prepared for surprises.

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