http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/Theoryeality.html iWeb 1.1.2 http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/http%3A/www.mac.com/st/1/sharedassets/1.1/Common/Templates/Freestyle/About%20Me/navfill-v2.jpg http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/Theoryeality.html http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/FB754F0A-C30C-4112-85EB-C795423098BB.html http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/FB754F0A-C30C-4112-85EB-C795423098BB.html Tue, 17 Apr 2007 16:51:45 -0700 Sitting on the Outside One Saturday Afternoon OR The 11th Hour The sun had to set 11 times before my day off arrived. Tired, melancholy and quiet I sat just breathing. My mind wandered everywhere and yet no where as my empty gaze is caught by a genuine City of Oakland oak tree. Its leaves were blowi http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/397C619B-9791-4024-A8AF-8E0FAA6A1DB7.html http://web.mac.com/butterflyeaves/iWeb/Site/Theoryeality/397C619B-9791-4024-A8AF-8E0FAA6A1DB7.html Sat, 17 Feb 2007 22:37:05 -0800 I was born into a fight, whether I like it or not, believe it or not, fight it or not. To live here, the United States, is a reality of fighting fear. I can run but I can’t hide from my truths. But like most I often have chosen to run. Locked in a duel with fear, my back turned, my feet diligently p