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ok Ariba, Your words caught my eye, and I want you to write a poem, a song, a ballad....anything.  Aight, think about this: My whole inspiration for writting what I am trying to write is, well, a couple things...I like to explore, human nature, primal instincts.  I like to indulge in the knowledge we discover when we as human beings are at our witts end.  When all is dark, and hope is lost, can we not make our own hope?  And in so doing can we not bring hope to others everywhere? How far are we willing to push ourselves, in spite of our own trepidation, to save the ones we love?  What would we do, if the ones we love, were taken from us; u

This has been happening way too often lately.... My writting has been doing better, i have a plot that i think is good that i have been working out for about 5 years now that is actually begining to take shape into an exciting story.  Maybe its that, that is depleating my creativity, and my instincts that i use to go on when i draw. Ive been sitting here for about an hour now, thinkin about what to do....ill put something down on the page but it all just seems to take the form of crap.  Like i look down and all i see is a heaping pile of steamy pig doo. There was a day when i could look down at a sheet of paper...marble stone...zinc plate.

I was wondering when a time like this would come... First i learn that my professors a friggin tyrants, running thier classes in such a way that it threatens to fuck up the lives of the students... Then my old friend since 4th grade dies in Iraq, by stepping on a land mine.  The viewing was rough, the funeral was ten times worse.  He died to save the lives of his friends...he was to be promoted to corporal later that day, he got married jsut three months before, and was three days away from going home...how does shit like this happen to such magnificent human beings?  great man Gary was. I owed one of my friends 60 dollars, which was fine.