For about three months I've committed to push ups and crunches and hard walking just about every day and now I can feel myself becoming a fucking rock. For 2007 it's going to be push ups and crunches and hard walking and write 500 words of fiction (minimum) every day. No, not on this blog. This blog is finished but there is another. But not on that one either. I win out, that's what this is all about. I win out. I win out. I win out. To where it will be clear to all of them that they truly did not know exactly with whom they were dealing.

visualization------->self-awareness------>self-denial/self-discipline------->self-control------>self-mastery------>actualization

are words like diligence

tenacity
methodical
discipline
organization
mettle

too composed of sub-sub-sub-atomic particles spanning infinity entire
why,

yes
they are

Audio books from the public library are my new watchword and key. They seem to help.

You get older, I reckon you begin to see a need to smooth out the rage.

Too bad, killing this blog. Or reducing it to a vegetative blip.

Or maybe its for the best. A need to go underground. Do something real.

Mercygraft, however, still lives.

He's still out there.