Things are moving along nicely, I feel, and Room agrees. Not sure what to make of Rooms opinions yet, but its nice to feel noticed.
Has Batman run his course? Does he have much more to say about society? I expect he may be around for some time, and awaits us in Future in form unexpected.
Everyone is talking about something, and it seems the only thing left to talk about is myself, and what is happening to me and my pals, here in Nawstik Sekspawt, and so I am.
Everyone seems upset about something or another. I'm trying not to be upset. I have been doing a variety of things in order to accomplish this, and it appears to be a work in progress, as well as a transitory thing. Why? Cuz.
When trying to make sense to yourself, it sometimes requires you to not make sense to others.
The lords of law and structure are rarely impressed by artists.?
Many words, some have
We clash, and rage, and weep, and destroy, and give up.
Words can be given better direction. Emotional response, training a puppy. Be friends with your body. Listen closely.
Fucking celebrities.
Reality, help me grow around strong pillars, give me eyes to recognize truth, ears to hear it, lips with restraint, hands of precision, feet planted firmly. Provide me the tools, passion, compassion, knowledge, peace.
May love bond us, and Wisdom keep us from being overly intrusive.
Oh, Father, Oh, Mother, what have you done to me? Thank you, I suppose.
Tulkas, strengthen me.
Ulmo, what do you have to say?
Batman, not entirely sure. What will satisfy you?
What would satisfy Mi?
Things are set to course and unless there is some other way that I can't see, forward Wi go.
I love you, did you know that? I love you, it's true. It's quite annoying sometimes, and I am trying to figure it out. My love, you see, is erratic and unfocused as I move ever closer to self knowledge. Or rather, as self knowledge is expanded into ever larger and fantastic forms as She continues to reveal Her Love.
I'm not sure what to say anymore, so Ill just say whatever I need to say, and do whatever I need to do, with whoever is interested in doing something interesting here in Veetown, and see what happens.
Model citizen. Blah. How boring. Reality romancer? In the park. Wordsmith. Shapeshifter. Imagemaster. Thoughtthinker. Sexhaver. Tooluser. Energy worker. Foodcooker. Spiritwalker?
I'm hanging on.
I'm looking at Possibility. Consulting Future. Looking at my hole, wondering if anyone will ever try to take it from me, if I even have something I can call home anymore, or if home even exists. I feel like I live on something that someone else says belongs to them, but who can really claim anything in is world?
Yet we do. Yet we charge rent and live under many lords, and live in uneasy content.
Life, right?
To be enjoyed, Reality must be romanced. To live free, Reality must be fucked. Born in Grace are Wi...tragedy? Chance? Perhaps I weep. Perhaps I understand. Undoubtedly, I live.
Watch, and allow me to burn.
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Location:The Pawt
