Cuando cosas esta malas
yo recuerdo todas sobre muerte;
la muerte de mis personas,
la gente de direccion,
los jovenes de ideas,
los ninos del futuros...
Espero por el mundo
escucho a ideas...
Yo vivo.
Roughly translated:
When things are bad
I remember about the death;
the death of my people,
the people with purpose,
the youth of ideas,
children of the future ...
I hear the thoughts ...
I live.
I found little scrawls of information; possibly "to read lists" inside the journal. "Look up Erasmus Darwin & Jo Banks" "Allen Ginsberg" "Read: Ulysses" What in the world was I up to in 1994?
apparently many things. I think i was two in 1994. i could be wrong tho. we know how my math skills are.
ReplyDeleteOh, the thought of a little two year old Chelsie is frightening. I bet you were up to a lot of things in 1994. One of which may have been soiling your diaper. Wow, it's hard to imagine us so far apart in age with the way we converse. I could have been your babysitter! I couldn't have warped you any worse than you already are though. When I babysat back in "the day" I would take the toddler types for nearly Emerson/Thoreau type outings. What better than through a child's eyes to witness nature.
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