Trying to get to heaven Instead, ask Him to come! Prepare the table! Say We don't want Him to come Say does He come anyway? Against will? Don't even acknowledge Any such 'Creator' Seven port holes shouldered

Your life if you made it As it was as it were Is it really dreaming? Just as before raining. Wondering What it would take Knowing pedaling repeating Is going to steal away With drudgery un-purposefully

Truly beginning to lose my mind For of that I have lost almost hope. Understanding that death is coming. So for what is there to which to live As for so what there is by which to die. For which what is

Posted a day late. Waking regularly again today I opted for cigarettes and the best americano one can find. I would later eat a banana. Now even thirstier, still the fluoridated tap water I just won't

Another disappointing finish. The American life for me. The tare between the underground media and the main stream media is incredible to witness. Personally, the number of YouTube videos that I tagged

Searching reveals nothing new. Yet that sought is always near. Never quiet enough Perceive believe Sight nor sound None at all found. Wishing once and forevermore Instead. Quietly they pass after their

Breaking all ties. Destroying the lies. Moving is freedom Freedom is fresh. Live on live on Laying awake beyond the reach of rest Charmingly arm outstretched That's quite the family. As is the dream Is

How long until I hear from you again? Cut the time at least in half for me. And half that time again the next time Again and again for me. At that rate I still won't be without in my 40's Without my flesh,

Is this how it goes? Did not Jesus declare? 50But I have a baptism to be baptized with; and how am I straitened till it be accomplished! 51Suppose ye that I am come to give peace on earth? I tell you,

You know what, I'm tired. Save your rest for tomorrow's best. There's a chance there might be Enough will to do it. Who could this be? Merely a voice in dark shadow. Drip drip. Pools my soul's open wound.

The night becomes the day escaped. Ready to bend, Willing to break. The sake of self at fate's utter balance: On the edge of a rink forever circling.. Sorrows running down the sink. The sake of mind, of

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What is worth discussing? Well, if I could share this now with my nephew. Lord knows if I had kids, they probably wouldn't know what to think. I even challenged my dad's beliefs- as young as I ever remember

It's simple really, I just cannot continue on like this anymore, The mere idea that I could perhaps make an income of any substantial amount by writing seems implausible. Seems empty, seems wrong. Anyone