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Henry Edgar Parrish Sr. II 
I may not be perfect, yet I do have values. Why do I come to the internet now? Allow me to tell you. I recently lost my wife who was with me 16½ years of my time. I must move on with this, she was 100% wife all the way, with the same love together. I do business with family and that wife took care of it. Now I reach to the internet to have as much freedom as possibility to do the things I want. To be reasonably sure about the future for myself, my family, to do things well. Do new and different things often, create atmosphere that makes for satisfying living, do what is right according to my beliefs. That’s the way I see it, my smile doesn’t evaporate inside my heart all that easily. Elemental dynamics show me this much I know. I haven’t been unfair in this. What good I can do you I will always do you, and to have friends.
The metaphysical mind astounds me and I still believe in unicorns since I read about them in the bible. Leatherwork is something that I do, even made saddles, sandals, and erotica. I think I just need someone to love and care for again. I don’t know, every action we take, every thought we have, might be at last the last sensual pleasure I would ever experience, no cryptic mystery about that, I can see this all kaleidoscopicing into patterns of that trust you seek the harder I seek that connection too vivid to be fake, accept that it is authentic down to a fragmentation of the personality and identity shown. See how I burst into a long diatribe to restructure my life? You have to have that soft unchanging glow.
I’m a certified minister in our church, religious leader to convicts here, plus enjoy woodworking and jewelry design. I love business. An added little flourish to our simultaneity can imply we keep thinking be objective, sift out the superfluous, stay to the basics, be insensitive if we have to and don’t read anything into innocent acts since they may be as innocent as just that.
I want to find some new woman, but who? Can I regard it as a price paid for that knowledge I felt I was betrayed and in the very simple case knew something about betrayal from an inner core to outer core for some compelling reason, yet was it possible? Such information is what subtracts from knowledge and wisdom of what’s going on with hard-earned experiences of life we inevitably think as inherently good facts of information. Something positive in our lives, an asset and my belief beneficial to us, not adverse. It may be difficult, I think, and erroneous, to attempt or try to decide in advance whether any other additional facts can and will be useful. Every action we take, every thought we have, they are all based on some form of information. Weaving powerful concepts and connections with us is what I want, there can be few things worse than unconsciously saving things up to tell someone you may never meet. I will listen and understand with ears that hear what is not said, talk about things in life, truth, beauty, freedom, the soaring of spirit. Many realms would you believe and everlasting talk of how you and I can be.
Now do you see what kind of objectivity is required here in the experience where a betrayal takes on a bad second place to an emotionality where one may strip away the irrelevant reactions so that maybe it might not be an oversight to stick to what is essential and not be distracted while thereby you can call things as you see them, above all "see them" so you can see the unseeable in a sense.
Negative information causes the recipient to know less than before. Of course some people are experts at coming on honest and with emotion, adept at telling you what you wanted to hear strait from the more interesting and definite step-up in life, but the technique's the same whatever the motivation or theory that's better than anything that I can come up with, or the logic of this situation calls for. Through inspiration presumably. Trying to find a way to express the inexpressible while ostentatiously thinking that there is a higher loyalty that multiplied by itself really exists as not just an imaginary idea in space.
Address: Henry E. Parrish Sr. II #331546
ISP
PO Box 316
Ft. Madison, IA 52627
Birthdate: February 6/1952
Expected Date of Release: 2018 minus parole dates In a poet’s poetry,
One can read the verse,
With literature ‘tis so on and so on so terse,
Can Thackery’s words the mind of,
All be read,
Kept in One’s head,
Bring it here take it there,
So on and so on,
It’s Vanity Fair,
See within the poem, poets, poetry.
‘Round and ‘round the merry go ‘round
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