On 2005-07-23 12:14, stentiki wrote:
To the TC Ohana,
Tina and I want to express our deepest thanks for your love and support. When I read these messages yesterday, I was completely blown away by your thoughts, prayers, comments and hopes for us. I am overwhelmed by your kindness from those whom I have come to know well to those I never met. It just speaks to the wonderful vibe this website has always had that keeps us coming back.
As I read your comments, it was really strange to follow my own progression in terms of my health situation. Of course, I had no idea how serious my condition was, but I can tell you that I could feel the power of a lot of people supporting me. It was incredible to follow the updates as I continued (and still continue) to grow stronger. In doing so, I could not help but have a mini breakdown as I cried, laughed, felt an incredible sense of pride that I belong with such an amazing group of people. I would also, like to send a special mahalo to TikiGreg and Kathleen for posting and keeping you all up to date. I'm still amazed at all the support they were able to coordinate from all of you. We love you guys!
Anyhoo, Tina is telling me that it is time for lunch and more meds, so I must go for now, but I wanted to at least acknowledge all of you for your thoughtfulness.
I'll fill you in on the full story sometime as it was quite the ordeal coming up from Baja. But for now, please know that I truly appreciate your Mana and that the power of positive thinking works!
"Sometimes Truth is Stranger Than Fiction" - Bad Religion
Many Mahalos!
Aloha,
Arty
[ Edited by: stentiki 2005-07-23 12:15 ]
Fukk Ya!!!!
Good to have you alive bro!
One more for the road.............
"Sometimes Truth is Stranger Than Fiction" - Bad Religion
A febrile shocking violent smack
The children are hoping for a heart attack,
Tonight the windows are watching,
The streets all conspire,
And the lamppost can’t stop crying,
If I could fly high above the world,
Would I see a bunch of living dots spell the world stupidity? ,
Or would I see hungry lover homicides,
Loving brother suicides,
And olly olly oxenfrees,
Who pickaside and hide
The world is scratching at my door,
My morning papers got the scores,
The human interest stories, and the obituary
Cockroach naps and rattling traps,
How many devils can you fit upon a match head? ,
Caringosity killed the kerouac cat,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
In my alley around the corner,
There’s a wino with feathered shoulders,
And a spirit giving head for crack and he’ll never want it back,
There’s a little kid and his family eating crackers like thanksgiving
And a pack of wild desperados scornful of living
The worlds is scratching at my door....
Cradle for a cat, wolfe looks back,
How many angels can you fit upon a match?
I want to know why hemingway cracked,
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Life is the crummiest book I ever read,
There isn’t a hook, just a lot of cheap shots,
Pictures to shock and characters an amateur would never dream up
Thinking that the "Honorary Stentiki (formaly OC ) Beach Burn" that Bong organized but left and never saw the flame, might have to be moved next year to Bolsa Chica as it is closer to the victim we speak of and that they ( the Man!) are onto the burning of the tikis. It was a good burn Arrrrty and you were very thought of. Keep up the good work and chill out and heal. "We love you Man!"
