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2008-07-07T12:49:00.000-07:00

Spaz. Spastic.
I've pretty much found out that everything in life revolves around 50/50. When you ask a girl out, there's only two possible outcomes...she says "YES" or she says "NO". The date can go good or the date can go bad.
Everyone is afraid of this so called "gray" no-mans-land that theres some sort of crazy risks. Is there really a gray? an "in-the-middle" section of good and bad and right and wrong? is there a kinda? kinda, i guess, maybe, not so much, slightly, possibly... I don't know! quit avoiding the question and buckle up for safety...hold on for the ride...the blue plastic seating in the bus and the handles running along the ceiling keep people from running into eachother or wandering...
i write like a greyhound and sting like a bee....flower to flower, station to station. my patients aren't patient they want it now like an impacted molar on an airplane ride where your sinus cavity caves in from cabin pressure & your head explodes. It's either pain free or full of pain no shade of gray just suck it up and say it hurts. Admit it.
Even God has tears when His children reject him. If the greatest of all can feel greif on my level...what does that mean for my potential?....a day of rest. Break the sabbath and you're wreckless...break that molar out and sink your teeth in, taste bitter blood that's stale and agrovated you think youre alone in this...you're not...if God has felt and can feel so now, what does that say about love?

2008-07-01T15:20:00.000-07:00

Off in a distant city, somewhere close to you, a violent rain attempts to keep a small congregation from gathering in the basement of a crummy brick building. The now damp and wrinkled duct tape signs scattered across town direct the public to the alley entrance in the rear of the building. People trickle in slowly like the leak in the ceiling of the uni-sex bathroom.
There's a glass door that welcomes newcomers. It has an old sign above it that says, "push to enter." Every time a new face arrives the bells on the top of the door bang franticly--probably because the door really needs to be pulled to get inside. With each new melody of bell bashing, the large and bald bartender shakes his head and giggles; vey similar to a young boy pulling a prank on his school teacher.
The room is lit with yellow light bulbs dangling from the wooden beams in the ceiling...and it makes it difficult to see the real color of the walls. ▒to be continued▒ ...

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