Crooked Finger (crookedfingers) wrote,
Crooked Finger

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to shock bourgeois society into a sense of its own moral emptiness

It is in the flow of existence 9:10 AM Thursday morning here by Lake Michigan. Outside this morning it is dark and cold. We are predicted to get rain showers through the day. Autumn has us by the throat.

I had a rough night. I am sick with a cold and a sore throat. I caught Carol's cold and sore throat. Last night I watched television and went to bed around 10:10 PM. I woke up around 2 o'clock AM hot and not able to fall back to sleep so I got up. I got up and messed with our main computer. I then slept in the living room easy chair till 4 o'clock AM and decided to sleep down in the lower level where it was cold and dark. I woke up around 8:20 AM when Carol came down to check on me. I got up made oatmeal for breakfast and wrote in my paper diary (wrote down possibly my last words). So has gone by my ordinary existence. I live a good life. The Lord has blessed us richly. It would be a sin for me to complain.

Yesterday I had a normal day. Carol slept and I mowed the lawn. Yesterday when not wandering my cell I read from a book titled, "Exiled in Paris: Richard Wright, James Baldwin, Samuel Beckett, and Others on the Left Bank" by James Campbell.

Well there is not much else to write so I will close to suffer. Existence keeps speeding by.

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