Dec. 17, 1976
In biology, I have lost my objectives, broken rules, and I’m destroying myself. Something has happened, and it
Dec. 18, 1976
Something has happened after I had seemingly obtained almost all the needed dissipations. I’m
not in good shape, and I feel pretty bad, but I’m not giving up. I got an “F” on my biology test. Mr. Desch
wrote on my paper, “What is happening?” He thinks I’m having some sort of personal problem with a girl,
or family, or something. When these thoughts grab hold, it’s hard to remember things. It’s like there are weights
on my thoughts. I’m stuck in a maze, and can’t remember the answers to the test.
Traveling through space and time…
Consciousness dangles amongst
The answers to the questions, placed in the
mail slots, scattered across the floor
the disarray is difficult to organize as I step
up to the plate. Thoughts are scrambled, information
are straightforward, the answers
are found in the maze.
Time is disjointed. Space
is disarrayed. Ten feet is
no longer ten feet. Ten feet is six inches, twelve feet,
changing each moment. Time is a moment and an hour.
Time drifts, and jolts
to a stop.
I must never confront something out of me, in an attempt to fulfill something in me.
called the crowd to him again, and said to them, “Hear me, all of you, and understand. There is nothing outside a man
that, entering into him, can defile him; but the things that come out of a man, these are what defile a man. I f anyone has
ears to hear, let him hear.” Mark 7:14 to 7:16
Dec. 19, 1976
I’m not sure what’s going on.
Once so sure, once so simple, once so clear…
I’ve returned to the room of darkness.
Brought back like a hunted down slave,
and thrown into the
cell. My wrists and ankles
shackled. I lay in darkness, and attempt to
break free once more.