The book signing(my first) at "the second story" bookstore in chappaqua, ny went pretty well. Mostly my parents' friends as expected because they went to school with the store owners Mr. and Mrs. Mills and Joan Ripley. I sold 10 books and signed about 5 others who had already bought them through Publish America. It was good, real good to see a bunch of people who have stuck together since high school and really love each other as dear as friendship can be. The people I knew in high school are strangers to me now. None of them support each other, write letters, nor send emails, all on the lost highway of self-indulgent marijuana psychosis. I invited a few of them who are still in the area but none responded nor cared to show up. I was disappointed but not unexpectedly it was the kind of treatment I've been receiving from my so-called peers for a long, long time. They're just not on my level intellectually, spiritually, artistically, charismatically, dimensionally, nor emotionally. They lie even to themselves and are obsessed with belonging and creating the "other one". I am 'the other one" to them. Anyway as an added plus one of my parents' friends who sends out a lot of christmas cards is putting my poems "Christmas" and "My Church Shall Have a Fireplace" on their card.
peace and love and merry christmas to all who read this blog and all that don't. I love you all from the wholeness. more later....
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giving a little homage to me appreciate it... no one else pays much attention who better than you to hear a ranting father mckenzie type we only come around once in a thousand years to preach the goodness of the Lord Jesus and the sinfulness of mankind... I want to make love not war I know you've heard it before...
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