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    IF you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
    And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
    If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
    if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
    And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Intelligence Certificate: Part One

I was on my way to work this morning, walking through our bourgious seeking ghetto, glancing into TK MAX, complelty impressed by the elevators and design.  We’re a lively little bunch this borough didn’t have too much time to observe, but saw some school kids, or rather heard some school kids.  They’ve kinda got a habit of getting heard before seen – its a human ambulance siren.  People just shrug and make way, and like moses they part the sea – with a lot of animosty thrown in.

Just remembered I had to send an email to NOI UK.  That’s Nation of Islam.  Earlier this week, I stumbled upon (whilst staring at the TK MAX elevators) a dude from NOI.

I’ll post this another time.

Anyhows, still going through a political phase.

Work was cool.  I’m soo affable in person, but net talk can go a bit askew sometimes.  I guess words kick start the imagination – tons – what a crazy dart to throw to get it right.  My imagination is like some bizzare thing – irrational.

Anyhows I forgot my point.  Whatever.  Partner called me a teenage brain yesterday.  Like he thinks that matters.  I’ll do part two, when I remember. <the irony is killing me>

[2 hours later]

I now feel two ways about the above

1) I don’t know whether I made a point on anything

2) I realize that a ramble of bollox is as good as an hour in therapy.

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