so i realized that my last post was kinda wacky, in the end i really just wanted to push out the crazyness my head was going through, i just don't dig what i am rolling currently. it sounds weird but i think writing the crazy things helped me, not sure how but i feel a little more decompressed in my head. it was a lot like the painting the other night. it didn't make my face stop hurting but it gave my mind the space to settle. imagine trying to mix too many ingredients in a small bowl, there just isn't enough room. writing, painting, music, all things just making he bowl bigger. i realize after more careful review my thoughts weren't limited to horror last night at the walgreens. i had a nice talk with the man in the texas hat, we talked about the BCS mistake that is college football. got to be nice to some folks in the store. i know it's lame for me to mope around all tragic like i felt last night...there are those who have it harder than me, hard to keep that present of mind. heck i think i need to slow it down more.
near the river of pain.
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Like mine don't get nutty sometimes. LOL!
Hahaha yeah, see i think this is why we need fiction and non fiction. as long as we don't embody the fiction then i think we are covererd. do you ever find yourself becoming a character? it chicken wings my arm to try and think of the last time i wasn't acting, to strip away everything that the act is, it's funny how much of my christian life was an act. hard to tell what was real at all. makes it hard to tell what real is
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