getting big.
oh! how we to and fro! to and fro! to, and fro!
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i need to take you and you and go back to Indianapolis for some time. i need to see my family. i need to see my friends.
turning oxygen into gold.
consider this a confession.
falling.
I am tired and hungry and totally useless.
i know you don’t know what i am capable of… i carved a map in the back of my arm, so don’t worry i’m coming home. i said don’t worry, i’m, coming home.
I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.
i am finding more and more that everyone is a liar and nobody knows the truth.
