Last night. Rats in my bag. Bugs everywhere.

Everything seems so twisted. So wrong.

Last night peury was telling me she needed my help. But that she couldnt accept it it... until I really accepted Christ. Odd.

Much to learn.

Nothing is pure.

Last night...

So much happened.
It's hard to remember.

Chased through New York city... By some guy...
There were some girls...
A group of friends...
Basketball...?

The on part that I remember... the most clearly...

We were all separated into... these... balls. (haha. balls.)
And at the center... was an orb of water, that would burst... and begin to fill the ball...
And it would drown people...
But there were some people that said... "I can't do this... I need help."
And then the water changed into sand... and they were safe.

Ho ho ho.

Sometimes I'm looking from the outside in.

I feel. Transcendent.
Like I can see the whole Ocean.
It's peaceful. Yes.
God-given. Maybe.

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Lol. It seems like some people are taking notice.

To lead is to serve.

Dichotomy… a lion and a lamb. as one.

Do I go more public? Or do I stay the course?

Pride is a battle always fought.
I think. Woah what the hell…
happened to my font… jeez. this is why i never use tumblr —;;

Anyway.

Oh hahaha.

It’s not like I’ve been hiding anything… it’s always been there.

I think I’ll keep it that way. Art.

No explanation. No need to show. Just to create/exist. People will find it if they look.

This notice is subject to change at the whim of its author.

Peace.

…I’m going to have to stay up late tonight if I really want to get anything done…

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Lame. Vomited that out a few minutes ago onto my tumblr.

The way I feel... about that at least... is that the potential for genuine... ity(?) is there. But... it seems pretty. not beautiful. a re-creation, an attempt at beauty that is just reduced to prettiness only because people are afraid of beauty.

Then again, it's what you do with it.

I'm sure if I was this open on my tumblr I could reverse this just as quickly.

HAH BITCH.

hrm. yes.

But that being said. I like this. I don't need to explain myself. I don't feel the need to dumb-down what I'm writing. I don't have to prove anything to anyone.

Art.

Na'msayin? Who gives a fuck if people are looking or not...? We don't have to necessarily explain what we create... it means something to us. We can choose.

Choice.

Free will.

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It has been brought to my attention by a certain young (er) individual that...
Maybe people actually do see this, and feel, if anything, a degree of home-y-ness.
And that... maybe there becomes an added element to what I write here. What I post.
What has been in the back of my mind, has been brought to the front.
And Pride is always something that needs to be fought.
Ha.
But anyway...

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I wanted to summarize a few things that have happened recently.

But I just decided against that...

Maybe I'll change my mind.

Right now I feel transcendent.

I think I can see the ocean.