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March 30th, 7pm, Melvin Art Gallery Lakeland Fl, be there. |
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| I resisted coming here, to open the harbors that guard my heart (Jeremiah 23:24). Abide with me, fast falls the even tide. This darkness deepens, Lord with me abide. And what does not flow freely from You? Am I convicted of what I say? Forgive me of this pride that knows Your redemption yet shamelessly walks away. And now my life ebbs away. Night pierces my bones, and these gnawing pains never rest. And how I long for that day (when I will return to ashes and dust)(Job 30:17-19). If my steps turn from the path, or if my heart has been led by my eyes, or if my hands have been defiled, then may others reap what I have sown (Job 31:7-8). Better that I dwell in the house of the Lord who upholds all those who fall than reap this harvest of a life waged in the flesh. And what do I gain but the exchange of the truth for a lie? And a heart conditioned not to feel, callused by the nature of my pride? And now my life ebbs away. |
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| So, I was thinking on my way back to my room from the cafeteria that one's best defense from being attacked is your digestive system. What could I possibly mean? If you get attacked I think there's a pretty good chance that if you pee, poop or vomit on the person they'll leave you alone. Problem solved. |
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| So, I decided today that if I ever get hurt and im in a situation where I need to use just one crutch i'm going to skip the crutch all together and use a cane. Cane's are so much cooler than crutches. Plus, if I use a cane then i'm going to smoke a pipe and say things like "by jove!" That's about it. |
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| I think there might be submlinal messages in the ne Killers cd. I'm obsessed with it. I can't stop listening to it, I don't even want to listen to it and I end up listening to it. I'll wake up in the morning with it in my head. I thought today was going to be a really bad day. First thing this morning my sculpture professor was in a horrible mood. Apparently some painters came down from the studio and left the sculpture room a wreck, so he blamed it on "all us painters" and singled me out on some questions I didn't know. Jerk. But, everything gets better and after getting our new FRAS shirts, and getting a call from my brother in Iraq, things can only go up. I'm going to work now! That's always good, and today's the day I get to spend time with one of my new favorite people... EDIT: Favorite new person may be an overstatement... |
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