Some older writings

My obedient, eager server: I am the way, the truth, the life. My awareness, enlightenment, soul, body, and mind; I am conceding to you. Permissiveness of you will be lived through me. Consuming me slowly with every breath I take, this disease, you, disease. Diagnosed with no feasible cure. Might your entreaties always find me, Christ. May you grant me the inclination to follow you blindly, infinitely.

ahhh

so here i'll find, hopefully, a form of relief from the chaotic world. shall i begin?

i'm sad that all the good minds are wasted around long-neck bottles of inebriated states. what's ever accomplished besides some pseudo-philosophical rants that are tumultuous and never, (oh wait!) always ending. why do i listen? why do i care? tell me why

my stomach aches
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