Please read the letter that I wrote. Please read the letter that I wrote.

I once knew Robert Plant wrote this lyric. I am granting Bing a rare gold star. I had his lyrics to read in seconds from Bing, avoiding sites advertising rings tones, scaring me as virus haunts. Ah, but what happened to that service which gave me one free play and then a chance to buy? Who bought it and shut it down, knowing I only had to hear a song once to possess forever after I went looking for it. I went looking for Please Read the Letter that I Wrote. It's a little whiny, but it's where I find myself time and time again, sending a message to people I know and people I haven't even imagined. Ah, I even made this line my title, and thank you.

 

I once took a class, and you can asks for its name by posting a comment. I learned that a human being gets upset when one or more of these conditions take place. The human being can't deliver a message. The human being can't do what is needed to be done because of a thwarting. The human being has an expectation and the expectation goes unfulfilled. If a human being is upset around you, look for one or more and listen as the message is delivered to you. Just listen as the message is delivered to you, nothing more and nothing less. A thwarting is job for the thwarted to solve. An expectation is either set up and fulfilled by the expectant or let go by the expectant. I have delivered my message.

 

Tonight,, I set out to see another Arthur Miller play, All My Sons. I will see each character in terms of undelivered messages, thwarted intentions and unfulfilled expectations. Maybe I'll see a character who delivers all messages, intends and collects upon intention, has all expectations filled or forgotten. I would love to see a play with such a character.

 

I have taken to writing note cards again. These can be lost, so maybe I'll take pictures of them for a personal record. I'll tell you what I was thinking when each burbled into my mind. You see, my subconscious mind was trying to deliver its conscious message to my mind.

 

My Love Would Be Your Food. That's the Tom Jones Song, You Don't Have to Be Rich to Be My Girl, titled Kiss?

 

300 Cashwell Beach Road, Oak Island, North Carolina 28465 is the address of Friends of the Oak Island Lighthouse.

 

Caught Me In A Lie, I had no alibi? Maroon 5. I have a few relationships that are taking on new requirements from me. Film at Eleven. Or on demand for quarters. JOKE!

 

Wilderness? I can't remember.

 

Natalie Maynes Song. Well, it's really a Dixie Chicks song, and I'll have to listen to albums. It filled my head as I drove from Walker to Muskegon Wednesday morning.

 

Sit with the painting is really sit with the paintings. It's the best order I have ever fufilled from a pastor, named Harry. The paintings hung in a public area outside his office. The painter's name I'll have to Google search to recover. But I will. I placed this fragment on the card to remind me to recover the entire story. One never fails when one gets to the details.

 

Please deliver all messages to me as comments on my blog. They are gifts for a writer.