PALS

Dearest palses, I'm not coming to camp this year, and although that probably is kkind of insignificant in itself, I think I've pretty much grown up in the past year, and that's changed a lot. I know this is probably not going to be read by anyone, but I just wanted to tell you how much I love you.

     There's this certain point I've reached in my life that's like being on
a knife edge peak. It's an incredibly exhilirating feeling, one that leaves
me a little breathless and makes the world vivid and worthy of more devotion
and respect than one human can contain. Yet to either side, a deep abyss
containing the sorrows of failiure, confusion, and mistrust. ANd suddenly, I
am completely alone, which is as it should be, but which is a sobering kind
of observation, considering that I don't have the perspective on my own life
to know even WHAT I AM FOR.  So it goes, and all the time I hear of
brutality and problems in the world that are on our generation's shoulders.
And constantly I am an ear for others' troubles, yet don't recognize my own.
I've been brought up to be a wonderchild, savior of a fucked up planet. I am
she-who-sweeps-up-the-priceless-brokens. So now, here I am, and I just
wanted to tell you that you all have deeply inspired me with your vision and
truthfulness. I'm uplifeted by the idea of what we are going to do in our
lives. We may not all be famous, but we sure are going to deserve it, and
boy, are we going to do some shit! Much love, and come visit me in portland
town! beckina p. (zordak) dryad_girl@hotmail.com

ps-someone please give me rickster's email......please?