The Ruminations Are Mine, Let The World

My Hands Resemble Some Ancient Tree: The Roots That Bind Up The Earth, The Rock And The Ceaselessly Nibbling Wordms.

I Must Read. I Must Read. I Must Read.

Because The Enormous Narcissism Of Their Parents Deprived Will And Tom Of Suitable Role Models, Both Brothers Learned To Identify With Absence. Consequently, Even If Something Beneficial Fortuitously Entered Their Lives They Immediately Treated It As Temporary. By The Time They Were Teenagers They Were Already Accustomed To A Discontinuous Lifestyle Marked By Constant Threats Of Abandonment And The Lack Of Any Emotional Stability. Unfortunately, "accustomed To" Here Is Really Synonymous With "damaged By.

Do Not Wake Me From This Slumber, But Be Assured That Just As I Have Wept Much, I Have Also Wandered Many Roads With My Thoughts.

Back On Shore Everyone Was Pretty Messed Up, But The Owner/captain Was By Far The Worst Off. He Ended Up Drunk For A Week, Though The Only Thing He Ever Said Was "so?" The Boat's Gone. "so?" Your Mate's Dead. "so?" Hey At Least You're Alive. "so?" An Awful Word But It Does Harden You. It Hardened Me.