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BEING SOME SNIPPETS OF COMMUNICATIONS FOUND IN MY MAILBOX (OR ON MY ANSWERING MACHINE) AND WHATEVER IS INSPIRED
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[ FROM THE MAILBOX OR VOICEMAIL ] I've learned that keeping busy with work and play leaves little time to sit and contemplate life and feelings and philosophies and deeper thoughts that create the person I am to be... sometimes it becomes an easy way to hide from my mistakes and disappointments and the hurts... but hiding too long allows the walls to build up and makes clear thinking much more challenging.. on the other hand, too much solitary contemplation allows for detachment from the actions and interactions necessary to actualize the contemplations, not good... still, I must remember that while actions speak louder than words and my deeds determine who I am in this world, the deeper thoughts and feelings determine my actions... without taking the time to focus on who I really want to be, my actions can be thoughtless or shallow, making me a thoughtless and shallow person... so I try to take at least a half hour each day to sit by myself and focus on what I think and feel and did that day and how I want the next day to be... that daily head-cleaning keeps stuff from piling in and getting in between me, my ideals, and my actions... (at least in theory J) it is through writing that I focus myself and through correspondence that I reflect and find reflection and feedback that help me figure out how to actualize my ideals... action, reaction... mail, response... focus... ok, so I see a few new people personalized in my mailbox (as opposed to the SPAM and endless group mail)... I don't always know know who they are, but that's one of the things I love about written communications and new meetings in any format, the excitement and wonder and possibilities of the unknown... amazing stuff... who knows, my best friend, the one, the secret to renewed success, and who knows what wonder might be found in the next mail... so welcome to my mailbox... let's see what is inspired here... 
first, some drama... an almost cryptic message sent from a specific index page (which may be a clue) from an unknown name (ooooo, and I say)... who can you be (the answer almost scares me) what could you want (the answer holds my breath) why choose this way (the answer chills my bones) when will I know (sometime before death?) if you are the person you might be I want to know about the kids and the tapes and other stuff and what do you want if you are someone I never met I want to know why you clicked there and everything about you and what do you want our little secret creates the bond no one can touch if you respond our little secret can be anything we want it to be if you will sing what do you want what did you do why did you write and what is true you're stirring ghosts that have slept so long and that is why I am singing this song what do you want what did you do why did you write and what is true
and then, there's an address I barely remember behind a name I don't remember and he or she is sharing all sorts of personal info... mail from strangers far away suddenly they're friends reading 'bout another life world seems to have no ends so many living separate lives that somehow effects us all reading 'bout another world waiting for another call some subtle details what made you laugh the color of the sky the less travelled path the cartoon network keeps the kids happy while a slice of life is shared a few words sent out to whomever cares it somehow feels better knowing someone's there mail from strangers far away suddenly they're friends seeing through another's eyes world seems to have no ends so many living separate lives connected by mails reading 'bout another world waiting for more details the subtle details what made you laugh the color of the sky the less travelled path the cartoon network keeps the kids happy while a slice of life is shared a few words sent out to whomever cares it somehow feels better knowing someone's there
and reaching into the mailbox for another personal message, a familiar name I haven't heard much from in recently with a positive website message... it was great to find you here again as I remember your way of sending positivity in words you write and say it's as if when I see your name I hear happy music play so I return the thought to you I say HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY!
and then there's a new local person I've yet to meet with lots of friendly forwards and a few new local artists and some others responding to my recent hello mails and a bunch of various security advisory mails and newsletters and ezines and that's just in about 5 of the 555+ mailboxes (it's been known to get very busy and crowded in this computer) J . o O ( ahhhh, if only I had more time to read and write ) O o . to get a seat in my mailbox and address book, send a blank message to: add me to the mailbox ... a friend is a stranger waiting to be met ... a friend is a stranger wanting to be met ... a friend is a stranger willing to be met ... THE MAILBOX is a garden in NEWSBEE'S UNIVERSE and a part of THIS PLACE  EMAIL
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