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  • Gypsy

    A war veteran flipped me off today.

    I have found myself sprinting from car to place and place to car. Am I running for something or from something?

    My nose has been broken for a while, and it feels like I just rebroke it recently. I can’t even smile.

    I am leaving for a month in five days. Touring Canada. At the same time my parents leave for a month to where my loins lead me.

    I delivered lightbulbs tonight, and loved it.

    Everything has been downhill into a bowl of jello.

    I was eating ice cream cake and got icing in my iPod dock. But all is well. I write this on that.

    See. Feel. Think. Do.

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    The views and beliefs of the following pictures are of the actual party leaders, and in no way reflect the views of the Balls of Rice team.
    Drawn on my iPod. 
  • Asses(s)

    A careful assessment of one’s life should be done often. Should be.
    The amount it is actually done depends on the life.
    It can take, like with love, a certain number of days or a certain lack of the subject itself, to cause a careful assessment.
    The assessment of life can show it’s real depravity, or it’s absolute wealth. And that can change within a minute, depending on what caused the initial assessment.
    After twenty years of assessing, I see changes more recently that I am content with, but still see possibilities available and feel like I’m still at the bottom. It feels good to be here, but tiring.

    Count the asses above.

  • I’ve found a few walls lately. Tall, strong, insurmountable. Things I feel I should be doing, because they are beliefs held by masses of people, and I don’t know what to do or say to avoid them. I can’t change these ideas, but I can decide not to accept them.

    “Of course, I cannot break through this wall with my head if I don’t have the strength to break through it, but neither will I accept it simply because I face a stone wall and am not strong enough.”

    -Fyodor Dostoevsky