notes

because I’m worthy. so they say my name and talk about me instead of themselves because I’m worthy.
no one is that worthy and heres why. if they think i’m worthy they’d know that i want them to center on themselves because thats who i care for before i care about myself.
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try within the wound.
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the reason for not knowing anything is fore it is fortunate when found.
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a sling of the ribbon. <vast changes shallow insight>
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be recipient of wise wealth.
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Abstract paragraph. written by ME!

“One doesn’t need to linearly abstract that which is abstract in abstraction.”
That is called using the rational mind as a hateful action against those who are bound by a solitary route in their godly experience.
it is done at times when no one relates to the abstract guarantee of someone significant in gods eyes whose solution is seen as significant to god. who himself includes this person and does defy the logic of the times to include this person in the solution of the age despite obvious obstacles.
This abstract person poses to god relentlessly that they have a solution and will follow it until the end of ends as a grateful gesture to his not excluding that person.
when he very well could have.
“abstract solution in god is prayer.”

Like a first RAP LYRIC (mine)

well, last night i sat there and i tried to think-speak.
i think-think-speak in the think but i cant speak.
and i’m every day of the week.
in every day of the week.
and i dont remember what it is to wink.
and i sink. and i sink and i sink in the deep.
like a creep. or a freak.
but i catch the rink.
and i fly on the ice.
and i dream about dice.
and i’m super really nice.
but i dont have advice
to the thrice
just the duo in the spice
cause i’m a poisen masterpiece.
and i think-think speak in the think but i cant speak.
its al-right.
its al-right.
i’ve got the sight-
i sit there and i try to think-speak.
i think-think-speak in the think but i cant speak.
and i’m every day of the week
in every day of the week.
and i dont remember what it is to be meek.
in the wink
and i sink. and i sink and sink in the deep.
like a creep or a freak
but i fly on the ice
and i dream about dice.
and i’m super super nice
i dont have a lot of advice
to the thrice
just the duo in the spice
and i think-think speak in the think but i cant speak
but its al-right
its al-right
i’ve got the sight.
Hey doo ta da; da ta ta da
but its alright.
its alright.
because-because-because
i’ve got the sight-
ALL RIGHT-

Excerpt from a writing.

something or some entity is trying to request with force that we cannot look beyond experience exposure.
but i say: we are armed in life with a heart, a mind, a spirit, and a whole other set of senses.
I don’t care if it is just for vanities sake. but if its to come together in the state of our world and open in acceptance that fact that we’re all together and can work on this world in our minds. then that’s important.

(Added): i want to open up the channels to the work ethic of the heart that the world has sitting in storage for me and apply it to saving what i can salvage in my mind to save of this world in my working prayer.

(but it is up to god when that will happen again)

It is Sound (a poem)

It is Sound:

I like to be in the quiet sound.
not the booming looming trailing sound.
the fairing sound
the fair grounds.
i like the fair sounds.
the hair sounds.
the mellow buzz of air sounds.
the tare it in half so no one knows i blessed them
sounds.
like the gift sounds
to the next rounds
i like fair sounds and not the douche hounds
coming after the pair on the tree
that fell to the ground.
with a thud not a sud
that grew to a high tunnel of beach found
in the sea sound
though the sea sound
aint a bad sound.
i like the in sound
the bead and not the crown.
the indie and the greek
found
in the seven seas
yes i think
yes. i still think.
i still think that
something is for certain.
that something is for certain.
working just for sound.
and at first its sad the way that
it resounds
but it makes a joyful spirit pound
when i’m walking on the ground
sound makes a joyful spirit pound
when i’m walking on the ground.