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Psalm for the Intentioned Soul
Move forward blindly. BLINDLY. BLINDLY, in whichever direction feels right. Rest when it feels right to rest. Move when it feels right to move, in the General Direction of where it feels right to go. You need food? Keep walking in your direction until you spot a place to eat. Don’t worry about eating, or drinking, or sleeping, or money. Just move towards your singular, clearly defined destination of the hour. And fucking MARVEL at the way in which the journey unfolds. Marvel at it, and bathe in the overwhelming sense of gratitude at every miracle – you will see miracles. And when the going gets ugly, first question your mindset, not your…
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Community Porn
Aha! It’s worked again! In the same vein as my Butts, Butts, Butts post, you’ve been fooled into clicking on this link through the use of deceptive marketing tactics. Alas, you will find no pornographic fantasies here. If that truly is what you are after in this particular moment, then I humbly submit to you this LINK by way of apology (click if you dare). I’m wandering aimlessly around the Strip District, it having been significantly revamped since my last visit, five or so years ago. Today it exists as a busy, hip commercial district – a space which feels both foreign and familiar to me. It is far removed…
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Forward
In the rounding of one short bend, I was thrust out of the world of the casual day-hiker, and into that of the rugged, free-solo mountain climber. The northern face of the mountain was surfaced with far less forgiving textures and inclines than that of the eastern climes. While the trail which I had carved my way up certainly did possess its fair share of boulders and stone, centuries of the influence of Life had wiggled its way into the spaces in between, leaving soil and shrubs, and sticks and leaves – thus making for a far more natural terrain to hike. But as I wound my way up, following…
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Page 36
The amber light of the sodium lamps in the parking lot filtered in through the window blinds, which Benjamin had drawn in an effort to prevent passerbies on the sidewalks below from look through and seeing him still at work at this late hour. He could faintly hear the jovial conversations and people calling back and forth to each other accross the parking lot, through the open window. It was a beautiful Friday night to be out and about. Benjamin stared blankly through the slitted blinds, out at the dark blue sky, as he awkwardly shoveled a limp hunk of mushroom from the white cardboard box from which he was…
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Bridgemaker – On Abortion And Control
None of the following matters, save, perhaps, for the final paragraph. But I penned it all in a matter of hours on November 5th, in a mindset which I could only describe as one of crystalline focus. And that sudden burst of energized, flowing clarity makes me suspect that this post might one day offer some value, to some individual out there, and thus should be shared. Yes, I am undercutting my own hard work before you’ve had the chance to weigh it. No, I am not doing so in order to protect myself from retribution or lambasting – at least, not extraneous lambasting. Rather, I am shielding myself from…
