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Wednesday, August 30, 2017
it feels necessary to distinguish time. Although man made, their are natural time frames. Food becomes. your time time card is empty, seasons change, and necessity drives needs. Time helps us bear things in a thoughtful, considerate manner. Time is a construct builds foundation. The interesting thing and ultimate intangible thing is the time we are born into is vastly different from the time crunch we face in life. I believe it is important to ultimately arrive before something has ended but stress and pressure are figments of our imagination & are much different from our feelings. Although it takes just as much effort to produce minute to grandiose, time in specificity is more readily managed when portioned somehow though we are creations of something much bigger than construct and our mere selves. Let us not become products but become individuality indifferent.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Thursday, August 24, 2017
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Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Friday, August 18, 2017
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Monday, August 14, 2017
Sunday, August 13, 2017
Thursday, August 10, 2017
I lie to myself in self assurance
of a form of truth. I dare to despair
when nothing has ever been taken yet from me.
Prejudicing collateral damage I weep in the bestowed-
somehow afraid that if there is no choice,
their was no decision.
Do we not cry? out for indecision's sake?
Lord, slow speed be upon us.
of a form of truth. I dare to despair
when nothing has ever been taken yet from me.
Prejudicing collateral damage I weep in the bestowed-
somehow afraid that if there is no choice,
their was no decision.
Do we not cry? out for indecision's sake?
Lord, slow speed be upon us.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
Saturday, August 5, 2017
Friday, August 4, 2017
Genesis 3
"In the beginning was he earth and the earth was made fresh, and so the earth was made two; Mountian and River. The mountain stood and the river ran. The River ran over, around, through, and between the Mountain, never in one place twice and never longer than thrice the number of it times it was there twice. The Mountain stood, rose, and fell, never lower than the bottom and never higher than the top.
The mountain was wise; it did not know what it did not know what it did not know. The river was wise, it knew what it knew. The Mountain did not know that it did not know how to run. The River knew that it could not stand alone and asked the mountain for help . The Mountain wanted to help the River as it knew how to stand. The Mountain yelled and caused a land slide to run and blocked the river, and so the Mountain ran. The river could not run on further and so it formed a lake of standing water, and so the river stoof. They stood and they ran, and when it pleased them they ran and they stood , and so earth was made fresh with life. "
The mountain was wise; it did not know what it did not know what it did not know. The river was wise, it knew what it knew. The Mountain did not know that it did not know how to run. The River knew that it could not stand alone and asked the mountain for help . The Mountain wanted to help the River as it knew how to stand. The Mountain yelled and caused a land slide to run and blocked the river, and so the Mountain ran. The river could not run on further and so it formed a lake of standing water, and so the river stoof. They stood and they ran, and when it pleased them they ran and they stood , and so earth was made fresh with life. "
VIA Christopher Lackey
Thursday, August 3, 2017
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Tuesday, August 1, 2017
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Thursday, July 27, 2017
Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Monday, July 24, 2017
Sunday, July 23, 2017
Summertime
I feel very blue,
sometimes sad, mellow hue
often I get mad
although I know it's bad
but when I get to be happy
seeing there is nothing like stars free
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