Slowly but surely fading away. Thats comes in louder than thunder. Look into my eyes and visualize. On the otherside of heaven. A broken young man resides. My eyes cry tears of blood. That permanently stains even the whitest dove. The lord above tainted by the death. My misery, my true love. These bones, these bones that. Keep me in a physical form. Are worn by satan as his horns. The scorn of hell has driven me.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009. This has been a very busy and even stressful week. Linda continues to be almost swamped with family history work, and a sister called to help her seems to have abandoned the work. Fortunately another very dependable and intelligent sister is helping her. She gets tired but is still excited about what she is accomplishing. The only difference is that the poles are covered with bark and felt instea.

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