The chaos variation
And a feeling like you've been here before

I am capable of everyone that has ever been

Life is multiplicative
It is presence as much as it is not presence
I am still in my crib
I am still in my tomb
I am still learning how to breathe
in and out of water

My skull is mixed up with fiberglass,
Dangling out the frame of a window
At an old familiar crossroads
A radial point, from which a circle was designed
From the inside
Like a fortress, like a trap
Like a muse, like a fear

listen:

There is a time in which you are the mother
And so you must be kind

There is a time in which you are the son
And so you must be patient

There is a time in which you're given leadership
And so you must be cautious

There is a time in which you never unearthed
And so you must be diligent

Good evening,

I was doubting whether I would take part in the Halloween Quest. I check the news- Trump is deploying the military to my city. Perhaps that will give me some material or inspire me. I am not planning on interacting with the national guardsmen. Though its been just a few days since the occupation, they have already assaulted nearby protesters, not to mention that their presence is mainly to goad and provoke. I think right now a better form of resistance is to put my

It is one of the lines of the beatitudes that gets repeated so much we forget what it means.

Matthew 5:6 Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled.

Wow, that sounds serious. We can just imagine what it feels like to strive for righteousness, to be that clean, pure, self-contained person, maybe sitting in their toga and insisting that everyone just try to do better, with a serene patience.