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"content": "A fly just death rattled in the remnants of my enjoyment - an empty bottle.<br />I heard it there dying and felt nothing but the velvet luxury of ingested happiness within my body; my senses swooning, my feet up atop the table. The sacred sound of wings furiously beating and swatting against fate, attempting to escape doom; this lapse into an unknown and fearsome eternity, my greatest achievement..<br /><br />They might say of me on my deathbed, \"he was a good soul, he didn't hurt a fly\"<br /><br />They will not be lying; the fly chose its own end.<br /><br />Now remind me, how much is a sparrow worth?<br /><br />God loves you.",
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"content": "A fly just death rattled in the remnants of my enjoyment - an empty bottle.\nI heard it there dying and felt nothing but the velvet luxury of ingested happiness within my body; my senses swooning, my feet up atop the table. The sacred sound of wings furiously beating and swatting against fate, attempting to escape doom; this lapse into an unknown and fearsome eternity, my greatest achievement..\n\nThey might say of me on my deathbed, \"he was a good soul, he didn't hurt a fly\"\n\nThey will not be lying; the fly chose its own end.\n\nNow remind me, how much is a sparrow worth?\n\nGod loves you.",
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"content": "I have a great catalogue of music stored within my mind and when dark thoughts intrude upon its sun bathed soil, I push a song bird seed up toward the light; birthed there within luminous melody are all fears of treachery uncoiled without fight.<br /><br />Find rest in Him who sings the song of your soul uplifted, there all of your breath and intuition is perfectly gifted.<br /><br />You are a human seed and all of your life is called to a symphony, now die and give birth to song.",
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"content": "I have a great catalogue of music stored within my mind and when dark thoughts intrude upon its sun bathed soil, I push a song bird seed up toward the light; birthed there within luminous melody are all fears of treachery uncoiled without fight.\n\nFind rest in Him who sings the song of your soul uplifted, there all of your breath and intuition is perfectly gifted.\n\nYou are a human seed and all of your life is called to a symphony, now die and give birth to song.",
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"content": "I wouldn't wish a mile in my shoes on anyone, not even an enemy, if such a thing really existed. Too often we pierce our humanity upon the dagger of vengeance under the guise of justice and forget that all are forlorn souls, desirous of a place to belong.<br /><br />No, I wouldn't wish a mile in my shoes on anyone, but I certainly hope that we all walk on towards home.",
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"content": "I wouldn't wish a mile in my shoes on anyone, not even an enemy, if such a thing really existed. Too often we pierce our humanity upon the dagger of vengeance under the guise of justice and forget that all are forlorn souls, desirous of a place to belong.\n\nNo, I wouldn't wish a mile in my shoes on anyone, but I certainly hope that we all walk on towards home.",
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"content": "Atheism is a logical and altogether reasonable revolt against the so called \"angry God in the sky\" who gleefully rubs his hands together in anticipation of frying the vast majority of humanity in eternal fire for being born in the wrong culture or for not maintaining a set of credible \"beliefs\". <br /><br />With regard to this \"God\" I am also an atheist.<br />",
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"content": "Atheism is a logical and altogether reasonable revolt against the so called \"angry God in the sky\" who gleefully rubs his hands together in anticipation of frying the vast majority of humanity in eternal fire for being born in the wrong culture or for not maintaining a set of credible \"beliefs\". \n\nWith regard to this \"God\" I am also an atheist.\n",
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"content": "When you want to write but can not find words which are evocative, piss into a bucket and then dunk your head into it. <br />I find that piss helps, copious amounts of it. There's a certain kind of rush which comes by exulting in your own effluent and re-absorbing the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium which would have otherwise been wasted. I've heard these three are responsible for the Harry Potter saga. <br />Now, I'm no J. K Rowlings, and I'm sure as shit not Henry Rollins, but I reckon the drugs I've consumed over the years have deposited themselves in trace amounts throughout my body and that a bucket of piss over the head is as good as a Hunter. S. Thompson novel. I may be wrong about everything I've posited, but here's to trying anyway.<br />",
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"content": "When you want to write but can not find words which are evocative, piss into a bucket and then dunk your head into it. \nI find that piss helps, copious amounts of it. There's a certain kind of rush which comes by exulting in your own effluent and re-absorbing the nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium which would have otherwise been wasted. I've heard these three are responsible for the Harry Potter saga. \nNow, I'm no J. K Rowlings, and I'm sure as shit not Henry Rollins, but I reckon the drugs I've consumed over the years have deposited themselves in trace amounts throughout my body and that a bucket of piss over the head is as good as a Hunter. S. Thompson novel. I may be wrong about everything I've posited, but here's to trying anyway.\n",
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"content": "I was standing at the toilet the other day urinating and I noticed those recurring pains in my head, back again. They've been fairly reclusive of late which I can't say I'm not grateful for - eighteen months of daily head pain is enough for me. I thought on this as I stood there, draining toxic fluid from my body and by doing so, straining toward a longer life. You know the saying, \"if you don't shit, you die\". The same applies where emiction is concerned as far as I can tell, but this ability does not free me from the possibility of my body producing a carnival sized balloon in my head whilst gleefully singing pop goes the weasel. <br />Is it just that I should die, incoherent of life? Should I resist somehow the motion of my body toward the end? If so, how? Will I be standing in a place of ugly vulnerability when my name is called? Will I have no ultimate say of the collection of my dreams fulfilled, no celebration, like so many others whose lives, before their time are cut off? Am I a man? <br /><br />Questions such as these loom over me, each one a thread contributing to the tapestry which is my life. I must believe that there is a story worth telling in amongst the colours of living, and so, I try not to die. Not too soon anyway. L<br /><br />Life is for the living, and death, it is for those who are not alive.<br />",
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"published": "2018-02-27T06:33:20+00:00",
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"content": "I was standing at the toilet the other day urinating and I noticed those recurring pains in my head, back again. They've been fairly reclusive of late which I can't say I'm not grateful for - eighteen months of daily head pain is enough for me. I thought on this as I stood there, draining toxic fluid from my body and by doing so, straining toward a longer life. You know the saying, \"if you don't shit, you die\". The same applies where emiction is concerned as far as I can tell, but this ability does not free me from the possibility of my body producing a carnival sized balloon in my head whilst gleefully singing pop goes the weasel. \nIs it just that I should die, incoherent of life? Should I resist somehow the motion of my body toward the end? If so, how? Will I be standing in a place of ugly vulnerability when my name is called? Will I have no ultimate say of the collection of my dreams fulfilled, no celebration, like so many others whose lives, before their time are cut off? Am I a man? \n\nQuestions such as these loom over me, each one a thread contributing to the tapestry which is my life. I must believe that there is a story worth telling in amongst the colours of living, and so, I try not to die. Not too soon anyway. L\n\nLife is for the living, and death, it is for those who are not alive.\n",
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"content": "<a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=OnDeath\" title=\"#OnDeath\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#OnDeath</a> <br /><br />Do you forget that someday your breath will depart you, that your life will give itself over to the great unknown? Are you distracted from the heavy gaze of great equalizer of all people?<br /><br /> It is watching you intently right now. <br /><br />Do you not remember that you too must grow old - if you are so fortunate - and then perish in the grave, eaten by worms, turned again into dust? Do you quiet yourself and turn your face away from that which will surely come? <br /><br />Why?<br />",
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"content": "#OnDeath \n\nDo you forget that someday your breath will depart you, that your life will give itself over to the great unknown? Are you distracted from the heavy gaze of great equalizer of all people?\n\n It is watching you intently right now. \n\nDo you not remember that you too must grow old - if you are so fortunate - and then perish in the grave, eaten by worms, turned again into dust? Do you quiet yourself and turn your face away from that which will surely come? \n\nWhy?\n",
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"content": "I really must learn to write again, the wages of sin did for a time dim my vision, and perhaps my age is closing in on me. I must admit that I'm passing over ground I've never tread before, my shadow falling long over the worlds I've left behind. <br /><br />I must stretch my writing hand, it is far reaching, yet my fingers aren't as limber as times before. I'm just a little pinwheel, I'm not all that bright. I try my best to shine unafraid of the night and to lean upon my swords when crags threaten to fall from above, and yet, it all comes down to this - I really must meet the truth, as I see it, as it comes up out of the earth with its encroaching possibility. She is as fine a lady as I've ever seen, which is as much as I can tell you in this moment. <br /><br />I'll try to tell more tomorrow.<br />",
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"published": "2018-02-17T11:35:49+00:00",
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"content": "I really must learn to write again, the wages of sin did for a time dim my vision, and perhaps my age is closing in on me. I must admit that I'm passing over ground I've never tread before, my shadow falling long over the worlds I've left behind. \n\nI must stretch my writing hand, it is far reaching, yet my fingers aren't as limber as times before. I'm just a little pinwheel, I'm not all that bright. I try my best to shine unafraid of the night and to lean upon my swords when crags threaten to fall from above, and yet, it all comes down to this - I really must meet the truth, as I see it, as it comes up out of the earth with its encroaching possibility. She is as fine a lady as I've ever seen, which is as much as I can tell you in this moment. \n\nI'll try to tell more tomorrow.\n",
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"content": "Revolutions start with conversation. <br /><br />Do not despise the day of small beginnings.<br />",
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"content": "Revolutions start with conversation. \n\nDo not despise the day of small beginnings.\n",
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"content": "Would that I could extricate myself from the tangle of human affairs; that I could leave the company of quietly desperate men. Alas, were I to do so, I would become more alone in the world than I already am. This would be even greater a burden than the one I carry presently; that of the brokenness of the human condition and it's utter disrepair, and that it is outside of my influence to change, and that I have naught left but to endure,; to bravely bear the tangle of human affairs.",
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"content": "Would that I could extricate myself from the tangle of human affairs; that I could leave the company of quietly desperate men. Alas, were I to do so, I would become more alone in the world than I already am. This would be even greater a burden than the one I carry presently; that of the brokenness of the human condition and it's utter disrepair, and that it is outside of my influence to change, and that I have naught left but to endure,; to bravely bear the tangle of human affairs.",
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"content": "I didn't end up attending church yesterday. I skirted around the edge of it as they were setting up. This was all I could manage. I found no fault in my experience of the churchgoers - I love them dearly - no, I found fault in myself, I've never felt comfortable there. <br /><br />Am I doing or being something wrong? <br /><br />This is not a snide question. It is relevant, and there are many who feel this way. Despised and shunned and told that they need to repent.<br /><br />REPENT!! <br /><br /> I have. I've changed my mind about church. I've walked away from the walls which hold vague promises, out into the unknown land. I've stepped into the shoes of father Abraham. I've torn the inner curtain. I've entered into the most holy place. I've set out on the emmaus road because I want to see His face. <br /><br />No, I don't I want routine. I dont want buisness as usual. I don't want ritual. I dont want verses quoted by rote. I don't want to stand and sit like a sniveling dog begging for crumbs from the table in vain hope. <br /><br />I want to kill and eat! <br /><br />I want to feed from the masters hand. I want Ravens and locusts and honey. I want to walk a little further each day, away from being deaf, dumb, blind, and delayed, from the task of keeping my lantern aflame. <br /><br />I've changed my mind about church. You may call me a repentant Christian, but you shall never call me a serf.<br />",
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"content": "I didn't end up attending church yesterday. I skirted around the edge of it as they were setting up. This was all I could manage. I found no fault in my experience of the churchgoers - I love them dearly - no, I found fault in myself, I've never felt comfortable there. \n\nAm I doing or being something wrong? \n\nThis is not a snide question. It is relevant, and there are many who feel this way. Despised and shunned and told that they need to repent.\n\nREPENT!! \n\n I have. I've changed my mind about church. I've walked away from the walls which hold vague promises, out into the unknown land. I've stepped into the shoes of father Abraham. I've torn the inner curtain. I've entered into the most holy place. I've set out on the emmaus road because I want to see His face. \n\nNo, I don't I want routine. I dont want buisness as usual. I don't want ritual. I dont want verses quoted by rote. I don't want to stand and sit like a sniveling dog begging for crumbs from the table in vain hope. \n\nI want to kill and eat! \n\nI want to feed from the masters hand. I want Ravens and locusts and honey. I want to walk a little further each day, away from being deaf, dumb, blind, and delayed, from the task of keeping my lantern aflame. \n\nI've changed my mind about church. You may call me a repentant Christian, but you shall never call me a serf.\n",
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"content": "I think that perhaps I shall find a woman to love someday, if heaven so smiles upon me. In that day, I shall not want to hold her hand until I have traversed the depths of her heart in conversation, and have laid mine bare in a such same manner. From there, I shall not wish to touch my lips against hers with an irrevocable act of tenderness, until I have held her hand in mine, and we have walked together in companioned solitude along a dusty road or a windswept cove in the silence of time. <br />I have not imagined what might come after this kiss, except that I know I shall do away with these meanderings and get on with life and it's wonder, held safely within the truth of shared and affectionate love. <br /> Perhaps what I write is idealisticlly romantic, which does not seem to me a sin, or perhaps my words are a prayer waiting to be answered by the great originator of romance Himself - my loving Father in heaven. In either case, I know that I trust the outcome of articulating my heart can be nothing but good. ♡<br />",
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"content": "I think that perhaps I shall find a woman to love someday, if heaven so smiles upon me. In that day, I shall not want to hold her hand until I have traversed the depths of her heart in conversation, and have laid mine bare in a such same manner. From there, I shall not wish to touch my lips against hers with an irrevocable act of tenderness, until I have held her hand in mine, and we have walked together in companioned solitude along a dusty road or a windswept cove in the silence of time. \nI have not imagined what might come after this kiss, except that I know I shall do away with these meanderings and get on with life and it's wonder, held safely within the truth of shared and affectionate love. \n Perhaps what I write is idealisticlly romantic, which does not seem to me a sin, or perhaps my words are a prayer waiting to be answered by the great originator of romance Himself - my loving Father in heaven. In either case, I know that I trust the outcome of articulating my heart can be nothing but good. ♡\n",
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