| Jul. 5th, 2009 @ 02:24 pm A Short Bit Late |
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Yes. I'm prolonging the dig. undernail grit and slobbering speak. It's a language involving a room filled with smoke, ashen floors that, in spite of itself, through blood and spit and prey and victim, angel shapes are made. It's hard to make them out as the dirt has tongues and they're always trying to or are kissing them.
Perhaps they want it to be that way?
An interesting fact, self-absorption. Those who do not understand that there are subversive acts. I do things sometimes not as manipulations but to see if people have the ability to see beyond themselves. I will do something, perhaps of an uncharacteristic manner and watch, see if anyone pays attention to the act. Has the mind to question it. Whhhhhhhhhhy?
Sometimes this is answered by an unintelligible response, "you're so funny" or "that's interesting/weird." Which, in reality, is a shortcut to thinking.
This is how I base conceptions of faith in others.
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on a different note, my mind has been thinking. The idea of marriage. Why not? Yes. let's go!
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Catching up, I didn't make it to the funeral and, as it turns out, my great grandmother has, at best, 2-3 weeks.
Anywho, more to come later.
Collaborations: Wes 50/50 Noelle 50/50. |
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