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[1] “We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then. To pretend that they and we are the same is a useful and convenient social convention which must sometimes be broken.”- t.s. elliot
given the choice, i never want to be the person to abandon something helpless.
i hate it when people kill bugs just because they think their gross.
in saying that, palmeto bugs really give me the creeps.
i can’t remember the last time i went to church.
i hoop in my yard every Sunday when everyone goes to their homes of worship.
where the public can hide in the hype away from what plagues them during week.
i have a lot of secrets about the church.
God is moving in my hoop with me, i don’t need the politics.
i have changed.
i just loved the way his feet were tucked up while he was drawing.
i think you and i could make the strangest art.
and that’s all i’m really looking for.
i don’t like the way you organize God.
the universe is a penny.
a penny cannot have the same worth without both sides of the coin.
it’s no use to pretend one side doesn’t exist or that it’s of less worth than the other half.
