If crowns are to be given at the end of this age, that is none of my business while I’m on this wet planet. Holding the promise of such a crown here, is to introduce my dirty wet fingerprints on the promise.
Sugar Owls
There are days that I am disappointed that the natural world does not react in the haunted way I think it should.
My Creator speaks but doesn’t seem to give two figs at the space between the words or that I would create fairy tales in that space.
A Further Field
My ceiling is not quiet tonight. It has become rain.
32 Peru
Today someone thought that I was 23 when I am not 23.
Re Roll
Christianity is/are intrinsic truths reflected in the culture of its times. So it looks different in each era, contingent on the culture in vogue.
I suspect a Christian is a class. If I read this a decade ago, I would read it as unhinged, fantasy octopus shit. But I think you can love the God of Abraham and love your neighbor like Jesus, and be a different class.
Khattam-shud
A thing is soon to end. It is both a shadow and a leash, draconian and clumsy. I will trumpet with joys at its end. I may do a jumping jack in jubilation and if I am feeling very frisky and if I have stretched, I may do two.
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In order to keep up in any conversation, I have to forfeit any filter. Forgoing this end step gives the illusion that I am sharp and witty. It has a robust success rate but when it fails, I look like an absolute eel.
I am simple and I am happy.
Ravage
There seems to be a flavor, a common thread that rouge voices whisper to us. End the lives of others, end the life of yourself. This narrative is proof to me of movement behind the curtain, of many bodies working in unison to bend and break a holy thing. And if the narrative to this dark campaign is to die then the holy thing is to live.
Preschool theological building blocks, I know. ðŸ¤
The unholy hand is shown by perhaps looking beyond clinical designations and chemical imbalances. But to most folk that is simply a gateway drug to nymphs, Odin and sea dragons. I have begun to ramble.
Entropy
The longer I go without hearing a language, the better I think I speak it.