autobio notes

              
                                               
                                         
Yesterday I searched through my Seminary poems and    
determined every poem there was trash.  Without a  
doubt I was grievously askew spiritually during my
year-and-a-half at that Jesuit school.  Conflicts   
in my soul I should have come to terms with while  
I was in high school intensified my misguided fervor  
and most of the poems I wrote were ruined by it, to   
say nothing of my technical inadequacies.            
                                                      
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My local sister bought a pair of jeans shorts, and 
when I tried them on today I found I needed to roll
them up some, but I also found I no longer needed  
to use the towel I was using over my legs so that 
my keyboard would be high enough for its right end  
to rest on the mouse pad on the stool to my right.   
Thus, I now have that towel on top of the towel I  
have been using on the table between where I sit    
and where my monitor is atop the desk.  Surely my  
feet are now elevated high enough.  I may not get   
to heaven but my feet will.                              
                                                   
                                                    
                                                    
                                                   
                                                 
                                                    
                                                 
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