September 2011
40 posts
1 generous heaping of following my ass down mission (slow, fast, stopped)
2 stupid-ass grills (probably not platinum, most likely lead or something brain rotting)
4 passionate finger points at me/my bike/whatever
combine ingredients to make Sean mistake a water bottle popping for a gun shot. sprint mightily for 3-4 blocks and eat a burrito while your legs are quivering.
“Time’s eddies reach out for us with technicolor tendrils.
And the dreams...”
– WE ARE F•••••G RETARDS. WE ARE STUPID F•••••G CATTLE LED FROM ONE STINKING PILE OF SELF OBSESSED B••••••T TO ANOTHER. WE GET SUCKED DOWN S••T HOLES INTO THE WORLD’S SEWER SYSTEMS WHOSE SHEER SIZE IMPRESSES US TO THE POINT OF IGNORING THE THICK SMELL OF WASTE.
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crookedspoke:
what if all of our theories about how best to love people, how to avoid enabling, where we must set boundaries, how to help other people without burning out…
what if they’re all bunk
and what if the real way to love is to see with God’s eyes, follow His Spirit, and love people with reckless abandon, in exactly the way they need to be loved?
the verse referenced and the above...
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i am starting an iphone photo blog. →
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Why Pauly D's my favorite on Jersey Shore?
haleycortese:
jossymorphine:
TAXI SONA QUI !