God,
How exhaustion feels.
It is interesting being back here.
I don't know, to express it would be to express the most precise, accurate, to the bone unknowing.
Grateful and something else am I.
I am so glad Momo made it. I hope he isn't so scared.
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Just raed a portion of Goosebumps' Haunted Mask volume 2, it is interesting but I'm having trouble focusing because I can't really believe I'm here.
I'm scared Sister G. and Brother J. are talking each other in the other room with their tongues. It's none of my business but it's just weird that its in the same room where Sona and I explored the intimate contours of each others spiritual(ity) emergence(s). It feels like it's mine, but it's not, nothing is mine. Nothing is anyones. Emptiness belongs to emptiness.
Please help God learn this factual experientus mutandis.
In Jesus name I pray the wordless Grace of God,
Amen.
-The Archer
Showing up for oneself so as to allow the experience of gratitude happen and take place.
The man who has no name except the name she gives him which is Mr. Tuttle.
The word for moonlight is moonlight.
Say some words to say some words.
It is not able.
If we examine the matter methodically we will see that he is a retarded man, sadly gifted in certain specialized areas, such as memory retention and mimicry. A man who’d been concealed in a large house . . . listening.
Go ahead, be a zen master you little creep.
What is babaganoush?
(Bless them.)
I’ll clean it up later.
The spider rides the wind swayed web.
I want God to see my face.
Endless unknowing.
A raging crap.
The birds were going crazy at the feeder.
What mysterious worlds birds see when they fly by our windows. (When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.)
Pumice on the foot.
This is art. Sex and death.
You did like Rey. Do like Rey again. (It is not able.)
Why shouldn’t something like death bring us into dull and lurid ruin?
There are cinders. Cinders there are.