when i stand before god at the end of my life, i would hope that i would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "i used everything you gave me."
i miss and long for the road. i miss the transference of ideas, thoughts, motions - the pressure to feel courage constantly. the idea of progression through physical movement. but for now these are my tests and they froth, spit and burn out to the everyday weight of discovery. can we become more than this? does anyone long for it anymore? all the routines shall become corpses in the way of our lust for enlightenment, movement, a revitalised sense of being. less philosophy on stupidity.
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Monday, March 8, 2010
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