Even If Your Watch Is Full Of

It’s Harder To Talk About, But What I Really, Really, Really Want For Christmas Is Just This: I Want To Be 5 Years Old Again For An Hour. I Want To Laugh A Lot And Cry A Lot. I Want To Be Picked Or Rocked To Sleep In Someone’s Arms, And Carried Up To Be Just One More Time. I Know What I Really Want For Christmas: I Want My Childhood Back. People Who Think Good Thoughts Give Good Gifts.

All Of These Are Names Given Me By Other People, But Not Names I Would Have Given Myself. My Name Is Not Mine, It's Theirs. It's A Series Of Costumes Put On My Life By Other People.

Instructions For Wayfarers They Will Declare: Every Journey Has Been Taken. You Shall Respond: I Have Not Been To See Myself. They Will Insist: Everything Has Been Spoken. You Shall Reply: I Have Not Had My Say. They Will Tell You: Everything Has Been Done. You Shall Reply: My Way Is Not Complete. You Are Warned: Any Way Is Long, Any Way Is Hard. Fear Not. You Are The Gate - You, The Gatekeeper. And You Shall Go Through And On . . . —alexandros Evangelou Xenopouloudakis, Third Wish

Anything Can Happen. The Great Banana Peel Of Existence Is Always On The Floor Somewhere.

I Do Not Want To Know What You Will Hope For. I Want To Know What You Will Work For. I Do Not Want Your Sympathy For The Needs Of Humanity. I Want Your Muscle. As The Wagon Driver Said When They Came To A Long, Hard Hill: ‘them That’s Going On With Us, Get Out And Push. Them That Ain’t, Get Out Of The Way’.