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1 John 3:1
See how great. See how great a love the Father has bestowed upon us, that we would be called children of God. With what joy these words are shouted. With what passion, what love. Exclaim you, Declare. Shout, pontificate in momentous clamor, The Love of our Father. See you blind. Hear you Death. Speak aloud…
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Subtle signs, and failure to take them
Beating off the chaff In my youth I was a bright star, a simple child unused to the wiles of women. I have since learned. Though I possess no money, nor talent, nor beauty of form or face, they come. A small hoard, those lonely women who want, seek, crave, a man. Was It my…
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happy birthday.
Today is my birthday. Can there be a more depressing day in the year? Valentines day spent alone perhaps. I find the plaudits one receives on this day to be wholly undeserved. Birthdays should be changed, remodeled into a celebration of the women who bore us on those days. They are the ones who sweat…
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Future sight.
I have a tale to tell, all things in this tale are true, I exaggerate not at all. It is a tale of mundane magic, prophecies on a small scale. Deja vu. We have all lived and many of us have experienced that phenomenon called deja vu. A weird remembering of a moment that has…
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Self-pity an essay.
At what point is an understanding of our wretchedness too much?Can we focus more than necessary on our sin, on our inability to have any kind of righteousness. Can we dwell in the mire of self reflection for too long?The answer is surely yes. I myself was prone to fits of melancholy. Woe is me,…
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Little beholds.
behold I have little to say. Nothing new in this revelation. You, oh my theater of empty seats, have borne with my musing ineptitude and will continue to bear with it, weather you like it or not. The poem in all its glory. little is beheld. worse little beholds. be holding little, and carry it…
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Hopelessly inept conversational agility.
Stepping on toes, stumbling through hedges. I fall upon my own sword before it is even drawn. A feat of such miraculous clumsiness it might be worth the telling. Oh words, why must you fail me. Friends of paper and ink flee me not. Yet words are not at fault, the great betrayer is the…
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More musings on road blocks
a rough musing this time around, I don’t feel like editing it. so don’t judge me to harshly. Nothing crushes the spirit of progress more than the understanding that you are writing trash. I have a desperate fear that I am not on the right path. My writing is waning, not waxing. No eloquence is…
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Another chapter in my story.
I like this one, I’m currently on chapter 17 and looking back my chapters seem to have become less and less polished, I actually enjoy reading this. which I hope is a sign of good writing not of narcissism. let me know in the comments what you think. THATS RIGHT YOU, that means specifically you…
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40k Words.
BEHOLD, Feast your eyes upon the title above. yes that is all, 40 k words, forty thousand and fourteen words to be precise. To me it is a milestone indeed. Yet that is only a half way mark to a book that is at least three fourths done. I suppose more useless rambling is required.…
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