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A given
1985, east coast, servitude to the nation.
confused, clarity-hungry shapeshifter.
badminton, ktv, the bigscreen, slumber.
soccer, surfing, pool, relationships.
analytical & brain-churning communication.
GOD.
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Subway
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Monday, August 07, 2006
1:09 am
My rhema. My rules. In Word. And in Spirit.
The task now- to get words to jump up at me. Think thick-accented man. And angelic uncle.
My Dad's words of wisdom and conviction had brought across that admiration and respect usually associated with the universal son-to-father kinship.
Inspired...but destined to be expired. The endless search thereafter- for newer synergy sources.
It's dawned on me- love reaching the rich or the poor should come in differing quantities and be administered in various styles..customized. ALSO so, the rich and the poor show their love in their very own special way; and neither can ever be accused of loving less. If they're of love. That's why when you've put in the effort with whatever resources that you do have, you don't gotta be outwardly extravagant to impress the one who truly loves you. This is quality love for; and from.
Eventful day. But still out of firm grasp is the mastery of negotiating past the Self. I sometimes maim me from moving along smooth and cool.
Remorse but when have I never made it up to others and to myself? In due time..in due time.
The restoration's begun. And those words should jump at you.
But I've always wanted to know where I really am. Even when I do/think I do.
doodled
XD
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