Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The path less traveled
Dreams do come true
GUILTY of 2nd Degree Murder
Sentence: 18 years in the
Arizona Department of
meaning no possibility of parole.
An appeal was
filed and denied,
multiple times. It's done.
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Article about sentencing
Still remembering all
those people that have
come and gone in our
lives...may we never
forget what makes us
who we are...
I am dedicating this journal
to my Father - for whom
without which I would have
never received the nomadic
gene that has taken me into
the corners of the world and
into the wonders of mankind.
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of the night that covers me
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place
of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how
strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
The perfect flower
My birthday morning, July 21, 2004
Never mind Gerson, think of who is
taking the picture and from where.
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