Franklin Ayers at 12:16 12.02.2008
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(537) What's this?According to the latest statistics
I have 31.6 years left. Having
lived 46 years it is sobering to
think that I am on the down hill
side of the journey. I really have
a fever though to make a difference
now some how. Strange, when I was
18 I swore I didn't want to live
past 45. I thought that was
ancient.
Ones perspective has a way of
shifting as the eternal dirt nap
starts to come into view!!!
The eternal dirt nap! Ha! what a
good way to describe death, or, I'm
just popping over the hill for an
earth sandwich.
I know frankin, at the age of 20
you think no-one could possibley
really want to live past 40, bloody
ancient!
i started this art thing late in
life, I was at college with 20year
olds, kids my sons age, they were
great on the whole, but one boy
would repeatedly point out I was as
old as his mum! great!
Joseph Draye at 14:21 12.02.2008
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(1150) What's this?When I was 20, I wanted to live to be 200. While I was married, in my 30's, 100 was plenty. Now I'm in my late forties, and although I'm in no rush for the big sleep, I don't want to prolong the show any more than I have to. Those aches and pains catch up to you, FAST!
Franklin Ayers at 15:18 12.02.2008
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(537) What's this?Haha too true. I was diagnosed with
diabetes this year as well! When
they stat taking the fun stuff away
from you, it makes you less than
optimistic about kicking around
forever.
When I was married to my ex I took
a lot of chances. The relationship
made me feel hopeless. Glad that
shite is over.
Franklin Ayers at 15:33 12.02.2008
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(537) What's this?Wow! I didn't mean to come across so pessimistic in the last post. I am quite amazingly happy these days. I have the perfect mate in my life, I am doing art that I like doing, and we are fairly comfortable as far as the crappy economy goes!
Joseph Draye at 20:09 12.02.2008
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(1150) What's this?Two things you will enjoy as you
get older, tho, are the sudden
outcroppings of hair, where no hair
existed before. And no need for a
full nights sleep(probably due to
all the time you wasted in your
youth, that you are trying to make
up for).
Yup, sleepless, and hairy........in
Seattle.
guess I'm reading this at the right / wrong time of night...I'm in danger of going all existential and contemplating the meaning of life, the chances of continuing existence after the big event, and whether I will EVER be comfortable with random hair-growth :-)
Joseph Draye at 02:19 13.02.2008
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(1150) What's this?Oh, it's great. I sit and contemplate the direction I'm taking a new piece in, while wistfully braiding my ear tufts with my fingers. Think of it as zit popping for old people. lol
Franklin Ayers at 03:58 13.02.2008
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(537) What's this?I know... I have acquired a bold
spot that is expanding. It is like
the rings of a tree I figure when
it expands outwards s that I have
no hair, it's time for funeral
arrangements.
Although I guess you could argue
that the hair is simply migrating
downwards as gravity has it's
inevitable way with it. I end up
with it in my ears and n my back. I
guess gravity never stops tugging
at us until we are nestled snuggly
in mother earths bosom.
Joseph Draye at 05:15 13.02.2008
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(1150) What's this?As crazy as this is going to sound, I've never met a bald headed man till I moved to Florida. I can't even recall seeing one in person. Louisiana boys usually have a full head of hair till they die. And, of course, everybody from Florida comes from somewhere else. Usually Yankees. Must be stress.


















