Sep 8, 2011

some times


Basically, most of the rest of the year, I wish I was at Greenbelt. The content, the opportunities to be challenged, affirmed, welcomed and angered as well as entertained and introduced to new things, the overwhelming niceness of 99% of the people you meet there, the little taster of heaven. It's enough to make me nostalgic the day after it finishes. Though, frankly, the approach to portaloos would be enough. God bless Greenbelt.

really well put kinda like myself but got to get on with the rest of life
the mondays and thursday working trying to get work and meet the bills
do you have bills in heaven?

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"