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of course friends. Happy New Year. I should like to think this something of a change to turn a new leaf towards more frequent and better quality readings but hey, perhaps tis not to be. You judge friends, you judge.

new year hey. are we to believe that this is some kind of nth chance to get it right? how might i do a year right...2005? Dunno if I did that one wrong. There were things I did wrong, judging by the blog, many things indeed and lessons were there to be had but I can't say I actually learned them. They were just had and like those sessions of 6th grade history class when you're trying to scope out the next kid's umbro shorts and hypercolor, those lessons don't frigging sink.

And so does this mean I'm going to make the same mistakes in 2006 as I did in 2005 as I did in 2004........? Well it cannot be a mistake but in retrospect accompanied by feelings of regret and remorse, which I've resolved to root out of my new life in 2006. So I'm thinking no mistakes will be made this year, that's a prediction of what my reflection will be in the young days of 2007. If this blog still exists then I'll let you know what happens, misty-eyed and nostalgic after sifting thru my post-filled blog with all the great insights of 2006 therein. Just watch friends! Those things will come. There is more wisdom to be imparted, I'd almost promise except for this insurance-type complex that's been seeping since personal injury lawyers made their debuts on daytime tv for kids...

for recognition

i whirled away from it and gave away the recipe; never did I think when shoulder turned back to see lo, before me steaming and sweet that thing. So I drank with all pretensions pointing away from hedonism and thinking that sincerity was indeed the order of the day when it was grand delusion because I noticed not until much later that the never before delivered cup held way too much honey. Was the conveyor or the writer wrong...?

Here's my tongue now, buzzing, not from burning but sweet sweet and that which I licked forever before since memories held was now unthinkable, shelved and regarded askance...or no, just redoubtable and standing, how new, question marks rising material, immaterial.