Stream of Conciousness 1:Clouds drift by lazily, each one more fascinating than the last.Stream of Conciousness 1:
My eyes wander across the white sky, drifting like balloons set free by toddlers.
By chance, a downward glance reveals the ground. Gray. Cool. Calm. Painful.
Ah, that gray ashen landscape, so desolate. Once dreams grew from trees, bearing the fruit of hope.
Once bronze pain flared up like thorns, choking the life away slowly, slowly.
Now there is nothing by gray, painful gray, misty gray under a white sky and white clouds. What blackness, I ask, dwells in this soul? There is none, but the light
Desmond's Psalm of FollyOh God, my God! The pain is intense! The wounds given to me by my earthly father areDesmond's Psalm of Folly
too much to bear.
Why have you allowed this pain to be my own? Why have you given me this burden to bear?
Oh God, my God! Deliver me from this pain! I long to lay it at your feet, oh, how my bones ache!
My knee is bent and my back is bowed from the weight of my suffering! All day long, I groan and cry out to you.
Oh God, my God! Where are you now? Why do you not answer my prayer for freedom? What must I do to earn your favor?
All day I work and p
An ode to Boxer-briefsSupportive and steady, Trusty and true, My boxer briefs are the color of blue.An ode to Boxer-briefs
They're slightly worn in, They aren't quite new, But wait till we get boxer briefs on you!
You'll love them, just try them, You'll see what I mean Boxer briefs are really quite keen!
As to the ladies, You'll have to miss out. But if you could, you'd wear them, without a doubt!
Oh boxer briefs, boxer briefs, Trusty and true, You hold up my parts and you're comfy too.
You're no stranger to danger, You're here through and through, I
SilenceI pull into the driveway and turn off the car. Looking at my home, I silently thank God for having a place to dwell. As I'm doing this, I notice a peculiar sound. It is a low, angry buzzing coupled with a harsh high piched ringing tone. The source of this sound eludes me as I search my vehicle. All the while, the noice grows stronger. It does not become any louder, simply more intense. Eventually it reaches the point where it is absolutely deafening. I sit stunned for several moments untill the sound dies down.Silence
"I wonder if anyone else has ever heard this" I think to myself. "I wish I could bottle this sound up and let other peo
What a strange, strange journy it's been...
Content
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The artist stands in the harshest position of his own art, right above it and inside of it all at once. So while othes look up and see the final product, they can only look down on their own works and view the insides that hold it.
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Take me back to yesterday,
Rollin' dice and getting laid,
Everything was A Ok.
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Psalm 51: [link]
Psalm 27:10 - For my father and my mother have forsaken me, But the LORD will take me up.
Clubs: [link]
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Psalm 51: [link]
Psalm 27:10 - For my father and my mother have forsaken me, But the LORD will take me up.
Clubs: [link]
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Main Entry: Dire Wasp (dir wäsp) n.
1. a solitary winged insect of the order Hymenoptera with a venomous bite that often causes extreme swelling, mainly in the abdomenal region of its victims.
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