This is the last page, in my book of words and art.

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It’s a beautiful day, the sun is shiningwarm and I have Baduizm in the CDplayer. I feel good and new, I will have totakein the light and find somethingproductive to do on this day.I must say how proud of my self thesepast few weeks,upand out to find newwork isn’t going as well as I would likebut I’m up in the morning to enjoythatwhich I have taken so for ill.Inthe lightof the day and its dwellers who work everso diligently. I myself have found a newlife in this writing, thoughI’mnot quitesure of its direction, I want to produce abook. Maybe of past experiences or dailyactions, either way my mind is intothepossibilities of this latest project.I really should get back to the t-shirtprinting; talented as I am I should not bestruggling like I do. I find myself afraidway to much, its not healthy. What am Inot doing, well,I already know what Ihaven’tdone,invested my financesbetter. These actions are however not invain, for valuable knowledge was gained

and wisdom is just. MaybeI willsucceedin this, my survival