to my bro

my bro rocks, my computer with more guzzle than ever before. my bro came and went and besides bringing his self fixed my computer. my bro came and went and I miss him. Yes, the svenster and I kicked it, and the older we are getting more we are hanging.
As a young thing I saw him through some series of dashes, and the mode was slightly off-centered and erratic, me always transporting my little thing to Redding. Most times these visits I always came pretty enthusiastically, with "pep" or somethint to that effect, I can't seem to help that when I'm first around someone, people, I come with all the more ultra, distracting my nervousness with roar and puff. When I'm more comfortable around someone I more likely to be quiet. Well, I could go on, but the point is that we are coming more comossa like good tire shocks.
The highlights were talks over one serious spinach salad, our blab blab blabbing at the Palomar with its echoes and my unfortunate big mouth, bringing him to the board and his showing me interpol, the concurances of Santa Cruz everywhere overcourse with T/beast in her room getting on, yes, a frisky four-some. (Woops, Svenster, Look the other way!), then my housemate *Gden scanning, more scanning. she was up to her tinkering. And had another invention in the crockpot, palmogranate bread this time. . . .. . and me in my typical current state: scattered and frazzled, pacing around the house looking in drawers and underpiles of paper and pockets for my hardrive disk. Despite this a good night that went on and on, my two hour nap to wake and sit up all night to the Svenster kicking my computer's ass and me reading his chart. a double Sagg with a Pisces moon, Enduring, brave, well rounded. trining all around the left side of his chart. I'm looking to find what itit means to be heavy on the left, either way his chart has gust, direction.

I have been working on Sm'ed's book. I think I can really let it carry out in the way that he focuses, even though I think it would be more interesting to do some other things to it. I need to simply let this be for his family, and not a general audience, this is for his community, and church and family. Of course I don't want this to be remotely in my style, yet I wanted it to really work on multiple levels, yet I was trying to really change the paths that it was taking, again and agian, making it somewhat streamofconsciousness with innerthoughts and multiple perspectives. Too postmodern and quick for this man's sentiment. Now I see it should move slow as he does. Clunky and chunky just like that Model T Ford he rode.
I can let it be. I just have to tie it together.
God my.