object, understanding

Bad days come and go;t they remind me of a story about a kid who pounded nails into a fence every time he got angry. Then when he learned control his anger he pulled out nails, but they still left holes. Holes in his fence of a soul. But that doesn't mean he never pounded anymore nails into that fence.


I find that angerous moments fulfill some kind of self-locating program where a source sends out a signal and waits for the echo.

thanks to my closest friends, the great friends that know me so well, and are there with kindness when you're lost in a blazing haze of frustated self-doubt. May the broad smile of the universe we are a part of shine upon those who are true friends to another human, let blessings rain upon them from the heavens and silent respect stay the hells. Even demons have friends. Rivals one may have, and family also, but those are seperate from friends. True friends are the closest of bonds, at least in my experience, and would say i'm happier about having them more than anything else i'm ever happy about. I feel honored and relish the shade of their benevolence when the sun becomes too much. Awww, i wuv you!

wow, i'm quite the spectrum of emotion this week. If i was a seperate person right now i would be calling myself a sissy woman! But that's humorous to me because i actually fervently worship women and therefor to me its kind of like a sacreligous sense of humor. I'm all about chaos, its true, as much as order, its all action and structure to me. So the idea that a woman is even being considered somewhat sissy as a stereotype is of such absurd fallaciousness. he he, fellatious. I mean fiction, fallacy, etc. And i love boobs. Let us be poetic about the graceful curvacious perfections adorning the sacred form that is Woman.

Mmmmm.


I recommend BT (a musical artist); go youtube him and click on something like 1.1618 or anything from This Binary Universe for starters. Yeaaaah. It is ta fuckin shizzy nitmizzyite!

Also, earlier today i invented a time machine and went back into the past to raise myself as a child into Jesus and lead humanity as a space faring race. But upon my return everything was just as i had left it and so, whatever. Time travel, pfffffft!