i was only a soft breeze throughout my life. when i touched the water's surface, i did not leave a ripple. i pray to God, to my Lord Jesus Christ that i may have been a cooling breeze, a necessary shift of the atmosphere to others that i touched. why a breeze? i have discovered that i never had any roots, despite my affiliations anywhere anytime. i now look forward to a more literal existance as a breeze of sorts~ i never realized that most of my LMC posts were the rantings of a lunatic~ soon deleted: a mere gust when i had a thought to share. my time to leave is near, and i wish that i had been more like Paul the Apostle than what i was actually. you do not know how i long for my final breath here, exhaling a small breeze for the final time.

The Rag-Time Dance (1986 Remastered Version)

just to let you all know it's really me~

the other bloggie is dead.

Car Wrecks and Big Rigs Don't Mix!