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Free Will

Question the blue sky hell
omnipotent all knowing God declares free will

"Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness"
Share the misery?

boredom
plagues just livable
invades privalidge comfort

"Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness"
Share the misery?

a saddled omnipotent curse

infinite power unbearably bores


share in my burden or
show me anything new






 
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Who was the thief that arrived after midnight.
Where is the 200 miles an hour sign.
What looks like someone drove over the speed limit.
And ate pills and tried to solve
the mystery of always getting the munchies.
I think I will smoke a pipe and have some tattoos.
It was like the force of square fruit filled cookies.
Dumbfounded, flabbergasted, astounded.
Speechless.
 
4 Ever

It’s profound when it hits you
Not something like just the memory of a tuesday’s ripple
You can’t deflect or ignore this one
Ever let alone
Never let it go nor even hope, wish or pretend
We were there and it was real

Now they are gone..
Realy gone.
We missed it

Forever
 
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Her Obituary

So i came across it after years.. like a decade and a half or possibly two
Been searching once and awhile
The Hearts a Lonely Hunter and I guess on certain nights we try to look in or fall back

She never married and left everything to animal shelters

Shocked because she was solid gold on both outside and inside..

I remember the first time we fucked, I kinda shook my head and giggled..
poke me if she is even real
She is so fkn hot… can’t be real

Something in life happened.. just life
nothing on either of us or anyone else
Because of nobodies hands
on none

Uncontrollable and who fields the blame when no ones to blame?

She ended up living her life like my soul mate

I never knew

Thought she would be surrounded in royalty.. ?

But instead she flew my dreams solo

Finality

Unbelievable power and weight winding down

It’s the permanence of permanent of the final reflection that’s so unsettling
 
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A writer I like once said that the way he deals with writers block is through improvisation.

His approach is that he begins writing about the writer's block itself, why he has it, how it's frustrating, what his day was like up until that point, how he's feeling, and what's on his mind based on how his days and weeks or even months have been going and what his near-future plans are and eventually into his conceptual thoughts and so on.

The idea is to just keep tirelessly writing whatever is on the top of your head.

Then, he takes what he gets out of it later, even if it's just randomized nonsense, and edits it by taking out the bulk of what it is that he doesn't like.
Affectively writing himself out of writer's block.
 
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