Imagine in beautiful, cursive font:
Dear God, please grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
And the strength to bust open the gun safe with a tomahawk to change the things I can.
P.S. Amen.
I have an overabundance of random, ridiculous thoughts, and if I don't get them out in some form of cohesive manner, I think they'll overflow. As George Carlin said, you gotta have a place for your stuff.
Wednesday, January 14, 2015
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Hamartia
If my life were a play
honesty and compassion would be my hamartia
I'll forever be reciting Asides
The antagonists know who they are and torment me relentlessly
My sidekick would be loyal but ephemeral
I meet my tragic and embrace it with madness
but
there
is
no
catharsis.
honesty and compassion would be my hamartia
I'll forever be reciting Asides
The antagonists know who they are and torment me relentlessly
My sidekick would be loyal but ephemeral
I meet my tragic and embrace it with madness
but
there
is
no
catharsis.
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