Month: January 2013

getting in the way of the Gospel

it’s those damned heathens, those Satanists, those hedonistic crazies who care for no one but themselves, everyone who does not ascribe to the doctrine of Jesus Christ. it’s their fault. they should leave us alone & just take the HOV…

this girl is TIRED…

but happy. (see the non-marked version on my dART page) so today is what, jan 30th? i’m so exhausted that i can’t even keep track of dates anymore. & it’s not like i really went out & diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid anything substantial,…

fuck you, Google. fuck you.

Google, i hate you. we are O-fficially broked up.well, we are, until i need you to find me information so that i can either look &/or be devastatingly hot/witty/appropriately located. oh wait. that last one? never mind. let’s post this…

loved

when it starts to dawn on you how loved you really are, how much Honest-To-God real love people give you instead of that random quantity of requisite goodwill made up in your head, two things happen: 1. you panic, wondering “how…

the illusion of the seawall

if you know me well, it should come as no surprise that i like to control myself. & if you know me really well, you know why: i have a condition that, if left to its own devices, will turn me…

trying to get in

sounds obvious enough, but i’m starting to really face this basic fact: i’m going to have to get used to people reading my stuff, especially the extremely personal. SO, with that in mind, here’s my effort toward getting into School…

which line?

“Come, rest in this bosom” Thomas Moore (1779–1852) From “Irish Melodies” COME, rest in this bosom, my own stricken deer, Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here; Here still is the smile, that no cloud can…