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Running. Well that’s not true. More like a steady jog. Gotta learn to pace myself, so that I don’t burn out. In life you gotta pace yourself so ya don’t burn out; and thus hate what you are doing. As well as, pacing myself so I don’t get sloppy, and or waste time. Consistency. How can I do things the most concise way and not waste my efforts-work smarter not harder. Today I have to go further than I went yesterday. What’s the point?  The point is…to remind myself, especially when I don’t think I can go any further, that I made it. I was able to do what I didn’t think I could do. I can use that in life situations. Before I close my eyes for counts of three to seven, while I breathe in though nose, then out of mouth, is there anything to get in my way. It’s going to look pretty strange when a dude running in the middle of Highway 51 gets hit by a car. Reminds me of when Martin Lawrence. Years ago he was running in the middle of streets ARTICLE ABOUT MARTIN LAWRENCE . I LIKE TO SCR

Years ago: “When in the darkness too long, does the darkness call you back. Does it follow you? Do the things unseen in the darkness want you to do their bidding?” The prison is outside rural area of St. Francesville, Louisiana. The address for the prison is just a few numbers. A few numbers that black Majicians consider powerful, 1125137676. The residents didn’t like the fact that the prison graveyard was the first thing tourist and residents saw when they came to town. They claimed it affected their tourism and local businesses. They took their disdain to the courtroom. In the hearing the prison higher ups agreed to pay a percentage to the town. In addition to that the prison agreed to make a beautiful garden. A garden would be what passerbyers would see. A garden that hid the graveyard on the prison grounds. The towns folk also protested at the quality of life of the inmates.  For years, they buried their dead in unmarked graves. About a decade ago, names started being put on the